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Saintless (All We Had)

from Rosas y Meste​ñ​os by Forrest VanTuyl

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Saintless in Socorro, Saintless in Soledad, they came here to save our souls like souls were all we had. & evenin’s eyes are openin’ on Idaho to find the blessed unbroken badlands, the bastard border lines -
You were dreamin’ women on blue horses & old stars overhead that burnt out before we were born like God’s sunday cigarettes
you said “love’s like livin’ on gravel roads - you’re just waitin’ to be lost”
you said “do you think about your mother often,”

I said “more often than not”
& we thought about the bad lands, & the goodlands, & the indifferent lands &
we thought about southpaw gunfighters & horses tradin’ hands
She was closer to that ol’ Idaho paint than she ever got to any man - she’d tie our sheets into hackamores, whisper “amen” & scream “goddamn”
I said “it felt strange to learn my mother’s name”

she said “what was it?”

I said “maria” & “I get hungry when I’m in wheatfields” she “you have dinner yet?”

I said “just tequila”
we walked soft so the sleepin’ ground could just ignore us, & we poured no sugar in the coffee she poured us & I dreamt a fast dream about a golden plain & how it feels to lose control - and feelin your legs grow hungry & feelin your lungs blow & you sang rosas y mesteños like a sparrow in the spring, & we sundanced from here to cimarron
& that was no dream
& You said “just bring the cigarettes & matches, I got the gasoline & the atlas, the sun’s in the south & I been reckless since the day you were born”

& I said “I will still be lovin’ you when we’ve ended every war, broke our backs in Absaroka,
broken bread with salvador,
learned to curse our covered colors & the blood where we were born & we’ll lay naked in the graveyard like another unburst bomb
& when we’ve mended broken circles & histories told wrong, & faithfully forgiven all their god forsaken sons & when we’ve buried all the borders & reclaimed our stolen songs - we will not be lonely, we will not be alone”

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from Rosas y Meste​ñ​os, released March 27, 2016

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Forrest VanTuyl Goldendale, Washington

Forrest VanTuyl is a Western songwriter, poet, and working cowboy based in the Inland Northwest. His work has been featured in the New York Times, at The National Cowboy Poetry Gathering, and he has written music for the US Forest Service.

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