"THE NINE BILLION NAMES OF GOD" We stayed up all night talking about everybody we could think of and what was wrong with each of them-- except we were sitting in a booth in a breakfast-served-anytime diner. I mean, everything we talked about was silly-- we both knew that; except I had a vision of the snow falling in Fahrenheit 451, a black and white scene of trees and silence: every one of us a book in truth-- inviolate, complete, in color-- waiting to be read aloud. (this poem was published in the Pudding House anthology, Prayers to Protest, in 1998)
Posted on: Tue, 23 Jul 2013 07:10:33 +0000
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