PEDICURE


Morning in the nail shop,
two Vietnamese women and I
hear a man’s voice drawl

“I want a pedicure, that’s all.”

Men don’t enter here, this world
of polish, lotion – free of fear.
Perhaps we misheard – he repeats it slow

“A pedicure, please, nothing more.”

We avoid each other’s eyes
as he climbs the chair
to perch above the foot bath
a green beret on his unkempt hair.

Is it memory or mercy this veteran seeks or
simply gentle hands on tired feet?

 

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