[Ed. note: republished with permission from Jenna's blog.]
 

Jenna was a Catholic girl
she held out till the bitter end
Jenna was a different type
she's the one who put it in
Jenna was a black girl
I was afraid of a girl like that
Jenna painted pictures
sitting down like a Buddha sat

Jenna was a nameless girl
a geographic memory
Jenna was a Jesus freak
she liked that kind of misery
Jenna had a special way
of turning sex into a song
Jenna, who couldn't sing,
kept the beat and kept it strong

Jenna was an archetype
the voodoo queen, the queen of wrath
Jenna thought men were second best
to masturbating in a bath
Jenna was a feminist
she really had that gift of gab
Jenna's point of view was this
take whatever you can grab

Jenna was another girl
who left her mark upon the map
Jenna liked to tie me up
and left me hanging by a strap
Jenna had a nightclub walk
that made grown men feel underage
Jenna, who had a son,
said I must go, but finally stayed

Jenna, the last taboo
was shattered by her tongue one night
Jenna brought the taboo back
and held it up before the light
Jenna, who knew no shame,
was never ever satisfied
Jenna came and went so fast
she didn't even say goodbye

Jenna had a house in Venice
lived on brown rice and cocaine
Jenna had a house in Houston
shot cough syrup in her veins
Jenna thought her life was empty
filled it up with alcohol
Jenna was much too pretty
she didn't do that shit at all

Jenna thought that love was simple
turn it on and turn it off
Jenna was complicated
like some French filmmaker's plot
Jenna was the perfect lady
always had her stockings straight
Jenna was a rich punk rocker
silver spoon and a paper plate

Jenna was a modern dancer
lean pristine transparency
Jenna wrote bad poetry
in a crazy kind of urgency
Jenna Turkish liked to fuck
while wearing leather biker boots
Jenna's strange obsession
was for certain vegetables and fruit

Jenna was an artist's daughter
the deeper image shook her up
Jenna's mother left her father
took his money and his truck
Jenna had no such problems
perfect Norman Rockwell home
Jenna, 16, had a baby
left her parents, lived alone
Jenna joined a New Wave band
changed her name to Jenna Sux
Jenna, who played guitar,
sang songs about whales and cops
Jenna didn't give a shit
was just a nihilist
Jenna was much more my style
cause she wrote songs just like this
Jenna went forty days
drinking nothing but Perrier
Jenna drove her Chevrolet
into the San Francisco Bay
Jenna came from Ohio
she's a Scientologist
Jenna, here's a kiss
I chose you to end this list.