"Gripe" by Jenny Santellano
i bury
every dead
dream
make love
to the
black
clouds
yet
i curse
at the sun
for not
raining
you
"Forfeit" by Jenny Santellano
if there is
a God
i have only
one prayer
that
he will
come down
to meet me
on this earth
chew me up
and regurgitate
my guts
because I’m
tired of trying
i need
some relief
from this
pain
in the ass
called life
or maybe Poe
had it right
and this is
just one
fucking dream
inside another
in which case
shooting stars
are worth shit
and Jiminy Cricket
is a prick