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Morse
would
never
need
a
mike
at
his
readings
.
He
looked
at
me
.
"
Chinaski
,
you
’
re
one
of
the
two
or
three
best
living
poets
.
You
’
re
really
making
it
.
You
write
a
tough
line
.
But
I
’
m
coming
on
too
!
Let
me
read
you
my
shit
.
Sadie
,
hand
me
my
poems
.
"
"
No
,
"
I
said
,
"
wait
!
I
don
’
t
want
to
hear
them
.
"
"
Why
not
,
man
?
Why
not
?
"
"
There
’
s
been
too
much
poetry
tonight
,
Morse
.
I
just
want
to
lay
back
and
forget
it
.
"
"
Well
,
all
right
.
.
.
Listen
,
you
never
answer
my
letters
.
"
"
I
’
m
not
a
snob
,
Morse
.
But
I
get
75
letters
a
month
.
If
I
answered
them
that
’
s
all
I
would
ever
do
.
"
"
I
’
ll
bet
you
answer
the
women
!
"
"
That
depends
.
.
.
"
"
All
right
,
man
,
I
’
m
not
bitter
.
I
still
like
your
stuff
.
Maybe
I
’
ll
never
be
famous
but
I
think
I
will
and
I
think
you
’
ll
be
glad
you
met
me
.
Come
on
,
Sadie
,
let
’
s
go
.
.
.
"
