Two poems from my creative writing class today.

[apocalypsos]

This one is based on a prompt to write about a character from a movie, TV show, cartoon, etc. I picked Twilight. ;)

Edward

So this one night I slip into this girl's bedroom,
a handsome specter, a dreamy shadow,
a teenage girl's ultimate fantasy
if you don't count the stalking.

Or maybe you're supposed to count the stalking.
Maybe it's hot when teenage boys aren't
really teenage boys but age-old monsters.
Maybe it's sexy to
rip smooth cheeks and girlish lashes
off the cover of Tiger Beat
(if people still read that)
and stick lashes and cheeks on a boy
who's got no problem committing
B&E and "peeping Tom" crimes.

What do I see in her, anyway?
Is it the empty mind, or the unlocked window?

*

Mouse

For six months they employ me as a house mouse,
curled in a tight ball
in my dusty cubby of a bedroom.

They hired me for my shyness, my tremulous fear, that sneaky
tip-toe dance I perform every morning as
I escape.

I don't start fights. That's a bonus.

I possess a degree in doormat science, can lie
motionless for days, weeks, months as
people walk all over me.

My qualifications are my smallness, that admirable way
I don't get in the way, my ability to take a blow.
I can note my insult-proof skin on future resumes.

I get a deduction for living out of the deli fridge
at the mini-mart, for subsisting on hard-boiled eggs and
instant oatmeal, cheesecake bars and the cheap soda.

I haven't seen the inside of a kitchen in six months.

I type 75 escape routes per minute, but I'm still here.
They pay me well, in pure gold condescension.