She says it was an enormous mistake, calling the photos
Of her in the magazine a rape. She meant a violation,
Which sounds better. But the oil is already out there, the black
Is filling the pockets of the coast. First the marshes,
Then more water goes black, then more. The thick book will say it was the day
Humans took too many liberties. It was the day
The walking free killer was seen getting into a cab
In a city in South America. My book
Is over six-hundred pages long and it tells me how to avoid mistakes.
Understand conflict can be subtle, know what plot is,
And you can make any sort of story you want.
The killer can wear red. He can dye his hair black
And move like oil through borders, telling the world
His story and his lawyer can say, let’s not rush to judgment.
And the audience is free to judge. They can lift the dead to the sky
And make someone pay for the enormous mistake.
Tasha Cotter’s poetry has been featured in a variety of print and online journals. Her work is forthcoming in Sleet and Poets’ Quarterly. She lives in Colorado Springs where she is at work on a novel. To read more of Tasha’s work visit her website at tashacotter.com.