Ariel Chu

Killing Jenny with My Fungus Hands 

Happy happy fake-day. I-don’t-care and 
show-it / I-am-suffering-badly- 
will-you-see-it-no. You are not my 
darling. You are very dull. You are 
plastic wrap. You are butter knife. 

(I am very smart! I am verge-of-greatness! 
I am knife that slices! I am edge itself!) 

I am thinking deeply. I am super sad. I am skipping 
breakfast. I am knife that slices. I am fog 
in skull. I am fingers-shooting-temple / 
Jenny-not-responding / dialing-the-ex. 
I am friend-who-loves-you. I am Jenny’s nuisance. 
I am missing Jenny 

I am missing dinner 

I am missing self. Bracketing myself: I am 
big miasma. I am rainy cloud. I am prickly cacti 
I am fishy smell. I am thinking Jenny I am thinking 
bitch. Where are friends these days. All we do is miss. 

Jenny, Choking on Her Family Tree