"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