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[ THEIR NAMES ALL
START WITH K ] Aidan Baker K is the letter in which I fall
in love with (head over falling again heels) the arms of the
letter like unto theirs the limbs the
hands the fingers the length of
their bodies it is reaching out stepping out coming walking
towards me waiting to step
into my embrace the letter K 2. One K was bad
for me (really?) the
other I was bad for the third not
even mine one stays with
me like dreams the
other I stay with her (I like to think)
the other is too close to
be anything but
and even then she's too far away, a
distance temporal and
spatial: it's not being
able to touch any of them
because they are all
not here and are
unlikely to be except in my
head 3. (Maybe they
only exist now in head, the three of
them, anyway; were but to begin with manifestations of my desire,
now again brought to life, warmth, flesh and blood, breath fogging
the mirror of my memory, the reflection of how they
appeared to me, in the past, in time past, how I created them
and made them what they were [to me] and what they
are here, now, on this page.) 4. One's cunt was
black haired and
purple-lipped like an eggplant, vibrant, the colour of a
bruise, like she wanted to be
(bruised), although she never told me so. How was I to
know. The other's was
strawberry blondish and
that's all I can approximate since it was dark
and there wasn't much to see (if only
fingers could talk). The other was
so blond as to be childish and
naked and my cock felt
bare inside her. 5. how can I write
about their vaginas (because I'm a
man [it probably
never happened this way anyway {glossing the
past to remember it
the way I would have
liked it to happen}]) 6. one was a
virgin one was a slut the other I never knew well enough to find
out the first showed me the concentric red whorls of her organ and pointed out the skin of membrane which glowed like fingers in a flashlight the second I felt jealous of her past not that she'd had other lovers other pricks in her but that I couldn't have had her back then when I
didn't even know her the other I never knew well enough to find
out 7. one took my
virginity (how I gladly gave it up) I didn't know what to do where to put my knees (my penis I knew where to put that (it was just getting it there) the other I
took hers and I was gentle in the taking and I hope she'll remember me that way (you always remember the first (that's what they say) the third
doesn't matter and her reluctance excited me and who knows if she remembers it at all (maybe I needn't feel guilty if she's forgotten) 8. One is married
and gone. One is just gone,
but at least I know where she is
gone to. The other I don't know. I used to phone
her every now and then (before I
misplaced her phone number) and she'd always say
she'd been thinking of me. 9. their names all
start with K they all had
the same names I always had the
same name (with them) Maybe they are
all the same person in different
guises different skins and the reason
I fell in love with them was
simply because their names all
start with K 'Their Names All Start With K' is from a new collection
Aidan has coming out early in 2002- its called WOUND CULTURE and it's available
from Unbound Books- check
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