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She
threw
the
bag
at
me
.
It
hit
me
in
the
middle
of
the
back
.
She
turned
and
ran
off
into
her
house
.
I
looked
at
the
tomatoes
and
cucumbers
scattered
on
the
ground
in
the
moonlight
.
For
a
moment
I
thought
of
picking
them
up
.
Then
I
turned
and
walked
away
.
The
reading
in
Vancouver
went
through
,
$
500
plus
air
fare
and
lodging
.
The
sponsor
,
Bart
Mcintosh
,
was
nervous
about
crossing
the
border
.
I
was
to
fly
to
Seattle
,
he
’
d
meet
me
there
and
we
’
d
drive
over
the
border
,
then
after
the
reading
I
’
d
fly
from
Vancouver
to
L
.
A
.
I
didn
’
t
quite
understand
what
it
all
meant
but
I
said
all
right
.
So
there
I
was
in
the
air
again
,
drinking
a
double
vodka
-
7
.
I
was
in
with
the
salesmen
and
businessmen
.
I
had
my
small
suitcase
with
extra
shirts
,
underwear
,
stockings
,
3
or
4
books
of
poems
,
plus
typescripts
of
ten
or
twelve
new
poems
.
And
a
toothbrush
and
toothpaste
.
It
was
ridiculous
to
be
going
off
somewhere
to
get
paid
for
reading
poetry
.
I
didn
’
t
like
it
and
I
could
never
get
over
how
silly
it
seemed
.
To
work
like
a
mule
until
you
were
fifty
at
meaningless
,
low
jobs
,
and
then
suddenly
to
be
flitting
about
the
country
,
a
gadfly
with
drink
in
hand
.
Mcintosh
was
waiting
at
Seattle
and
we
got
in
his
car
.
It
was
a
nice
drive
because
neither
us
said
too
much
.
The
reading
was
privately
sponsored
,
which
I
preferred
to
university
-
sponsored
readings
.
The
universities
were
frightened
;
among
other
things
,
they
were
frightened
of
low
-
life
poets
,
but
on
the
other
hand
they
were
too
curious
to
pass
one
up
.
There
was
a
long
wait
at
the
border
,
with
a
hundred
cars
backed
up
.
The
border
guards
simply
took
their
time
.
Now
and
then
they
pulled
an
old
car
out
of
line
,
but
usually
they
only
asked
one
or
two
questions
and
waved
the
people
on
.
I
couldn
’
t
understand
Mcintosh
’
s
panic
over
the
whole
procedure
.
"
Man
,
"
he
said
,
"
we
got
through
!
"
Vancouver
wasn
’
t
far
.
Mcintosh
pulled
up
in
front
of
the
hotel
.
It
looked
good
.
It
was
right
on
the
water
.
We
got
the
key
and
went
up
.
It
was
a
pleasant
room
with
a
refrigerator
and
thanks
to
some
good
soul
the
refrigerator
had
beer
in
it
.
"
Have
one
,
"
I
told
him
.
We
sat
down
and
sucked
at
the
beer
.
"
Creeley
was
here
last
year
,
"
he
said
.
