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Found Objects | Dec 19 2001

Something from something that never became anything:

He hadn’t realized they could be this roomy. Certainly he’d noticed differences before, but not like this. It feels like the vagina of a considerably larger species. Recalls K saying she had once tried to have sex with a guy whose penis was the size and shape of a soda can. Thinks tried because the damn thing wouldn’t fit anywhere, not vagina nor mouth (forget about butt!), so that in the end she was forced to use both hands, fingers part-way interlocked—one alone being insufficient to give the man solace.

And also this:

He sees K’s labia, if that what it’s called, the folds. Shameful how he doesn’t know the names of things. Can only identify perhaps five trees, five birds. Can see it there, whatever it’s called, in his head, but cannot describe it. Sees it but cannot describe it. Ah yes, like the underside of a elephant’s foot, if foot is what that part of an elephant is called. As opposed to paw. Only this wouldn’t describe it for anyone else, not even a person familiar with elephants. Can’t remember J’s, except in terms of what it wasn’t, what they weren’t. They weren’t the flappy kind. Some women have the flappy kind. A book should be written.