In the tall, tall weeds I can still see America.
The house on 285 has changed their flags since the last election
The house on 285 has put up a pride flag. I see
Amish people at Walmart, we both stare at each other’s otherness.
We both stare at each other’s queerness.
Love is the comfort of a worn in couch.
We make love on our worn in couch.
Our touching: That unruly thing.
Our touching: That generous thing,
like the garden we grew last summer.
The garden we grew last summer
gave our neighbors tomatoes and Anaheim peppers.
Our neighbors made salsa from the tomatoes our garden grew.
In the tall, tall weeds I can still see America.Izzy Forrest (they/them) is a poet living in Salida CO with their huskies and wife. They are a current first year MFA poetry candidate at Western Colorado University. They work full time in LGBTQ+ healthcare and spend their free time trail running or playing at the river with their dogs. Their most recent work has been featured in Beyond Queer Words, Tulip Tree Press, and Central Colorado Writers.
