WHO IS JENNA (ME)? August 11, 2006 4:03 a.m.

She’s some dream in a dream constantly eating pizza and fried chicken. She’s also a spirit in a thousand souls wandering like a headless chicken. She’s the belly of fire cracking codes of Einstein’s fascinations. She’s the chatter of no one but whispers behind their back. She’s your toothache getting more decayed and hitting nerves. She’s the doorbell you ring over and again with no answer. She’s the chuckle of your belly moving like strawberry jell-o with whipped cream on top. She’s the scissors hurting your hands and wrists. She’s the ghost of Goldendale spooking the weirdoes. She’s your heart in a blender with a margarita touch. She’s your boss who says you’re fired.