Allen Ginsberg called me long distance from New York..
It woke me from a sound sleep. Groggily I put
the receiver to my ear.
“Hello, ” I said.
“Hello, ” he said. “This is Allen Ginsberg.
I’m calling from New York.”
I thought it must be one of my friends
playing a joke on me.
Still in a fog, I said, “Oh, you
must be putting me on.”
“No, I’m not.” he said. “I AM Allen Ginsberg.
I’m calling long distance from New York.”
Gathering my wits, I said,
“Wait a minute. You SOUND like Allen
Ginsberg. Maybe you ARE Allen Ginsberg! ”
“Look, ” he said, “you’re embarrassing me
and probably yourself, also.”
His identity was established. But he wasn’t
calling for me.
He was trying to reach the woman
who had lived in the apartment
before I did, who had once been a
secretary for him in New York.
He wanted to give her complimentary tickets
to his upcoming appearance at McCabe’s,
an exclusive performance venue here in
She had already moved.
I didn’t know her well
and had no idea
how to contact her.
As we chatted we gradually overcame
the awkwardness of our introduction.
“I’m a transsexual, ” I told him.
“How charming, ” he said.
But no matter what I said
or how hard I tried to persuade him
I was unable to get him
to give the complimentary tickets.
to me instead.
On the night of the concert.
I called the club,
wanting to buy a ticket..
The tickets cost $62.50
at the door.
It was more money than I had,
so I was unable to attend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem