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I stepped out of the bathtub, slipped on my towel,
and ran down the stairs so I could grab us some drinks
out of the fridge in the garage,
a lager and a light.
It was cold, my tip toes were leaving imprints in the snow
my wet hair was freezing at the ends.
I tried to keep covered up while carrying things in my hands,
I got to the door and there you were
holding the **** with your steamy lips and boxers
I kept turning it, but it wouldn't budge
that's when you held up the key to the glass
waving it in my face like a sweet, sweet victory.
I gasped a little laugh that was half mad, half enticed-
you little ****.
 
"How am I supposed to get in?"
I asked as quiet as I could in fear of waking the neighbors,
you just looked at me stupidly,
your mouth foaming something *****
"drop it"
you said with a hand gesture towards my body.
I bit my lip holding back my smile, shaking my head in
denied disapproval.
You started walking away from the door,
"Wait!"
I let it go,
dropped the towel down to my ankles
and let my hands glide effortlessly to my hips.
I cocked one out, pursed my lips as I looked at you
devilishly-
your eyes got wide.
 
"Can I come in now?"
I begged with a little lean forward.
You put your fingers up to your chin,
drinking up my beauty that was dripping
from the tip of my nose to end of my feet.
"One lap," you said holding up the number.
You pressed your hands up to the glass,
I lined mine up with yours
I could tell you wanted to kiss me.
"One lap?"
I questioned with a stupid smirk,
I'd do anything for you-
I just like putting up a fight.
You shook your head up and down,
"I'm not going alone,"
I said backing away, folding my arms across my chest
defiantly begging you to join me.
"Fine" you said with a wide smile.
You threw off your boxers and opened the door.
 
"It's freezing!"
You yelled as soon as you walked out.
I shushed you with my lips and whispered
"It's too late now."
We ran around my house in the snow,
naked
you chasing me.
I tried my best not to scream,
but my heart was begging me
to release some pressure from it
some relief
from all the love you were filling it with.
I burst through the door and you followed,
trying to wrap your arms around me
but I wouldn't let up.
I ran up the stairs,
peeking behind me
to see if you were there.
 
"You can't catch me"
I taunted from the bathroom,
turning on the shower as hot as it could go.
That's when you knocked into me from behind,
tight
"Got you"
you whispered and you were right,
you had me
a lager and a light.
In all honesty
I forgot I had
a
               dad.
© Daniel Magner 2013
 Mar 2013 Kelly Landis
marina
tonight, he told of his scars-

drugs and parties and drinking
left no physical wounds,
but when his knuckles tapped
the podium
we could all see he was
cracked
and
bruised
and

still

hurting.


look, i wanted to say,
*my story hurts too much to tell,
but i have scars
just like you,
just like you,
i hurt too.
**** it, jess.  i knew you had a story to you.  i just didn't know it'd remind me so much of mine.
Wind swept through the courtyard
            blowing
                                   ­          dust
                            around
                         ­                                                            .
For now, dust is
                              enough

                                                                ­.
© Daniel Magner 2013
 Mar 2013 Kelly Landis
Ris Howie
The simple answer is they were just stories masquerading as promises:
I love you, misunderstood application
Alcohol, induced honesty
Hands, need no prompting
Making love, choreography
Compliments, grammatical recitation
Place in your heart, the corner lining.
 Mar 2013 Kelly Landis
Ris Howie
The biggest relief after losing someone like you
is realizing I'm smiling just as big in the pictures without you, too.

See this photograph was key
to realizing you weren't a miracle, miracles are free.

Sitting shotgun to this heartbreak scene
it doesn't take a Polaroid to remind me what you no longer mean.

I'm smiling just as big in the pictures without you, too
a reminder all people aren't a permanent tattoo.
 Mar 2013 Kelly Landis
Ris Howie
No amount of toothpaste can wash away the taste of who you were last night

The words, foreign lips, and alcoholic tint of 3 a.m. hide in the corners of your smile

I do believe you think the sun rising again causes some rebirth of you and erasure of the night

But though the dark of the world may fade the dark of you may not.
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