NaPoWriMo day twenty and poem number twenty is called The Chiropodist… We talk of Italian shirts and Chinese food as he takes a knife to my feet and deftly slices away the effects of the city’s pavements. Alien corns are shown no mercy, toe nail clippings fly in all directions and my soles are buffedContinue reading “The Chiropodist”
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Hazel Ward 