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before you were born you were the keeper of crippled horses
before water you were an arrow in a wounded knee
before we shared a limb you were severed from another
and when that sore spreads to a wound you will be cut from me

do not look for me in groves of bearing loam and tangerine
or in the sun soaked oaken halls of a vernal nursery
i'll be that moth caught in your screen door
i'll be the rotting rowboat your harboring
i'll be that floral box in the attic filled with all your withered weathered things

and though the temperature is dropping
and we've changed the tense when we speak
an empty locket a few torn garments
are all thats become of me

and before you were held
you were an absence filling more space than bodies
a phantom limb cut from plant matter
you were a well carved in the conduit of my throat
and as the spade struck i sang out with each harrowing note
a black wing torn from dusk
born from the loss
of soil eroding back into skin
you were absence you were held
you were absence you were held

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Ava Marie Poultney, Vermont

5 piece Indie from central//western Vermont. Collections of songs constructed from the memorable remnants of reoccurring dreams, and early childhood.

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