Anthony Seidman
V2:E11 Nov. 2000

CONDUIT OF RAIN

I stick my tongue into
the center of your sex

and taste:

night milk, liquid forest,

wood sweating smoke,

honey tanned on the stomach of summer,

kelp twisted in the hair of a drowned man,

garden dripping from the fingers of dawn,

blood, apples, and suffocated air,

brine, garlic, and

your cries:
louder than
crickets or
timpani of the moon.

Date of Birth:	4/30/73
Location:	Los Angeles, California
Email:	aseidman@peoplepc.com
Publications:	The Bloomsbury Review, Sulphur River Literary Review, Sierra Nevada Review, Cider Press Review, Hunger
Book:	On Carbon-Dating Hunger

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