STILL VALID by Wil Gibson She is open mouth and kiss. The last time she swallowed her past it was a dirty sponge, a hatred for tobacco. The only idea of forever she’s ever known was a lost cat. She doesn’t want to hurt, hurts everything that gets closer than tomorrow. Could sing Dixie in her hips, but the tune gets lost when she touches herself. I didn’t realize she was this broken until she told me her legs shake when someone isn’t being manipulative. I don’t want to hurt anyone, even myself. She wants to watch people get arrested for driving angry. I spread a bloody child over every poem and she boxes up pain to talk about the pain of the trees while mountains hide themselves into volcanoes in her stomach. When she erupts it is silent at first, like the love has been sucked from the room with all of the sound. When the lava flows I melt into a puddle on the floor until she tells me it is time to get back up. it is so unattractive to me when you act so emotional. I am slowly building my own mountains, and feel the magma bubble in my guts.