At the French Connection Nail Parlor, actually
Vietnamese, Peggy my nail associate, explains
that she is a middle school math teacher during
the year but every summer she does nails. Her mother
works two chairs down. They’re all from Saigon and now
they live in upstate New York.
The woman in the chair next to me we are both getting
pedicures she drove an hour for a pedicure. Mother of three
young children, she tells us that she married
her high school boyfriend, had two children before
she realized that he was not who she thought he was
met someone else, had a baby and married him.
A good guy she says. Mine too says Peggy, although
I could tell you a thing or two about him she says.
Then she does.
I enjoy reading about your life upstate through your poetry.
thanks harry. i’ll make these poems a book. x
Yes! Edgar Lee would never have seen such a thing (even if he’d been into pedicures).
no pedicures for him. x