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 Oct 2014 Daniel Magner
r
new day
 Oct 2014 Daniel Magner
r
Sunup
expectations low-
another day aimed my way

- till the sky became
a color never named
and changed my world - again,

a new day.

r ~ 10/12/14
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 Oct 2014 Daniel Magner
Morgan
im watching the moon fade in
and out of dark blue
clouds just after
midnight on a wednesday
and im holding onto
the filter of this
menthol like it's
your hips,
close enough
to burn my fingertips
and hard enough to
bruise my knuckles
cause you called me 3 times
this week while i was sleeping
and now you won't answer
my texts
the grass is cold
in october
but id rather feel
the shocking chill on my thighs
than not feel anything at all
i guess it's getting bad again
because i can't stay inside
for more than twenty minutes
without feeling like im losing my
******* mind
i think i just need the sky
to feel small
cause lately im always
taking up someone else's space
and **** im asking for it
with the way
i keep replaying voicemails
of you screaming
at me from sixty three miles north
just to drown out his patient voice
cause id rather hear the chaotic
pain shaking through your lips,
so many miles out of my reach
than his carefully composed
monologue of peace and sanity
lying next to me in bed
and that scares me
that really scares me
*i wish you'd pick up your phone
i think there's something wrong
 Oct 2014 Daniel Magner
brooke
we threw down
with clenches and
all I could think about
was how good you
smelled when i
hit elbows first
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

bad news.
 Oct 2014 Daniel Magner
brooke
I miss the things I never
did, the ferry ride I never
took, the brittle cold that
sunk to the depths of my
toes and the sushi place
down the street from my
house. You can whisper
that I'm doing the same
thing but I miss the leaves
at EDCC and the rain,
quality frozen yogurt
and the front row at
Loews Theater, I miss
the sound of my wheels
privy to the Boeing freeway

You can whisper that I'm feeling
the same way but I miss things I
don't recognize, the drive past
the lighthouse and the neighbor
who had music too loud, the
shy cashier at Fred Meyer
and also their apple
display that was
aesthetically
pleasing.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

(A Dear God Letter.
 Oct 2014 Daniel Magner
Morgan
she laughs
so carelessly
with purple lips,
purple teeth
& a purple tongue
after drinking four glasses
of a cheap merlot
and
her eyes look
so wide and vibrant
right before she starts to tear
because she poked herself
with eyeliner,
watching her cat roll over
and then she's cursing
at the GPS on the way to
new york,
and my ribs are aching
cause she just told a machine
that she named robo-*****
to "take a ******* xanax"
after missing six left turns
in a row
and she has track marks
all down her arms
but we're older now
and i've got tons of
those plastic hospital
bracelets in a box in
my closet
but we're better now
so please forgive me
for believing the whole
entire world
is ******* poetry
 Oct 2014 Daniel Magner
Morgan
I lust for the boring consistency of brewing coffee at 7 AM on a Monday
I crave 2 hour commutes home on rainy Friday evenings
And simple Sundays of shameless indulgence
And football
I don't even like football
But I want to watch it all Sunday long
I want the life I swore away with tattoos and one bedroom apartments for the past two years
I want a life so painfully secure my obituary states "boredom" as my primary cause of death
((Because I am so ******* sick of feeling homesick in my own home
and I am so ******* sick of working holidays
at a job I don't believe in
and I am so ******* sick of boys who belong
in gutters and heartless girls with heart tattoos
Get me out of here))
 Sep 2014 Daniel Magner
hkr
if this is a warzone,
then call it a warzone.
but don't you dare call it love.
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