The Title of This Poem is My Mother’s Name

A Poem by Izzy Forrest

A barrel, the hawk
           staring down the sun-

golden wild cups
           closed globemallow-

rain comes,
          a fragrant death-

pinon branches bow
          in the rain, the road-

first, I will tell you
          about the scars-

that become paths
           on hillsides-

then the fawn, without-

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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.

Photo by Sara Mobasheri