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    Hunger

    2 תגובות   יום רביעי, 25/9/13, 21:06

     

    One drizzly afternoon I had a hankering for one of those cheese-and-lettuce sandwiches. I went through our belongings and found exactly fifty-five cents, slipped on my gray trench coat and Mayakovsky cap, and headed to the Automat.

     

    I got my tray and slipped in my coins but the window wouldn't open. I tried again without luck and then noticed the price had gone up to sixty-five cents. I was disappointed, to say the least, when I heard a voice say, "Can I help?"

     

    I turned around and it was Allen Ginsberg. We had never met but there was no mistaking the face of one of our great poets and activists. I looked into those intense dark eyes punctuated by his dark curly beard and just nodded. Allen added the extra dime and also stood me to a cup of coffee. I wordlessly followed him to his table, and then plowed into the sandwich.

     

    Allen introduced himself. He was talking about Walt Whitman and I mentioned I was raised near Camden, where Whitman was buried. when he leaned forward and looked at me intensely. "Are you a girl?" he asked.

     

    "Yeah," I said. "Is that a problem?"

    He just laughed. "I'm sorry. I took you for a very pretty boy."

    I got the picture immediately.

    "Well, does that mean I return the sandwich?"

    "No, enjoy it. It was my mistake."

     

     

    Patty Smith, Just Kids

    p. 123

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