Girls:

1.  Alaska (Looking for Alaska, by John Green)
2.  Tibby (Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, by Ann Brashares)
3.  Luna (Harry Potter, JK Rowling)
4.  Violet (A Series of Unfortunate Events, Lemony Snicket)
5.  Norah (Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist, Rachel Cohn and David Levithan)

Guys:

1.  Mark (RENT, Jonathan Larson)
2.  Remus Lupin (Harry Potter)
3.  Pudge (Looking for Alaska)
4.  Colin Creevey (Harry Potter)
5.  Nick (Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist)

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It is the morning
I woke up past 7
I rush to get to school on time.

It is the morning
I arrive three minutes late
I bet that earned me detention.

It is the morning
I see the teacher
I hear her greet us, her new students.

It is the morning
I am bored in class
I remember my camp; Kehillah.

It is the morning
I leave class
I find my new locker.

The morning has faded into afternoon.

As fate would have it
It was not done with me,
Karma.
The next morning
All of the peasants had
Become impregnated.
Blood,
Fell on the snow.
“Come to me,
Shy and . . .
Humble.”
That winter was born
A generation.
Me the evil power,
To bring life from blood.

Your joke is no longer funny
No one laughs when they see you on screen
We miss you, Heath darling, and your talent
Why couldn’t you have stayed clean?

The Joker was a challenging role
There had been big footsteps to follow
We miss you, Heath darling, and your power
To see you in films evokes sorrow.

We aren’t quite sure what to do
Was it on purpose or just a mistake?
We miss you, Heath darling, and your accent
With a pain we’ll just have to take.

You were in so many great movies
Like 10 Things I Hate About You
We miss you, Heath darling, and your beauty
And we hope that you’re missing us too.

What to do with the body . . .

My favorite is breakfast for dinner.

Eat worms.  They taste like children.

He is agoraphobic; just won’t leave.

Dude! It’s a puppy-sized elephant!

I tell them about my vagina.

He doesn’t know where he’s going.  he doesn’t know where he’s coming from.  He runs.  He sees a bee.  He is stung.  He is allergic.  He falls.  White light.  White room.  No voices.  No wife.  No daughter.  No son.  Nothing new.  He rolls over, asleep.  No windows.  Solitary.  Safe.  Padded confinement.

He limps along, trying to stay on the blue lines, only occasionally venturing onto the harmless white surface.  One leg gone, taken.  Another weak, injured.  Flash!  He cannot see.  Another, with the sound of digital beeps.  He is dying.  The world is watching.  He feels around his deathbed.  His wings are broken; can’t fly.

At Birth

My mother feels her first contractions and suddenly I escape her womb and appear on the kitchen counter beside her.  I cry.  The umbilical cord is still attached.  She takes me to the hospital.  I am the fastest and most painless birth on record.

At School

Everyday I wake up at 7.48.  I shower and get dressed and am in class at 7.58; two minutes early.  I am always the first and last person in all my classes.

At Camp

I have mastered rock climbing.  Getting to the top is easy.  Remembering to grab on poses a challenge.

At Dances

I appear magically by her side and ask for a dance.  We are slowly swaying to the calm rhythm of the song.  Her boyfriend returns from the snack table.  I mystically disappear.  She is in love.

At Work

I am a reporter.  Always first (or close second) to the scene of the crime.  My name is celebrated.  I’m not a good writer or speaker.

At Death

I am burried.  Five years later I show up on my granddaughter’s kitchen counter.

Today it rained quite like milk, not unlike in
Hollywood, where milk is used to substitute rain, because
it shows better on camera.  Do you
see any symbolism in those three lines?

Is there a secret meaning
something shown at special screenings?

Notice the couplet?
Or the alliteration?
This is a haiku.

And there is no meaning behind that, either.

See what I’m saying?
Yell if you do
Milk clearly represents the
boldness lacking in the translucent rain.
Oh, you don’t get it?  You don’t see the
light fringes of sarcasm?