Later, while lying on the couch, I asked the dentist how much tooth implants cost.
‘£2,000 a tooth,’ she said without pausing to take a preparatory breath.
Clearly, I live in a different world than the one which dentists inhabit. My world is the poet’s world of garrets, home made soups and gaps where teeth used to be. And I realised two things:
1. There is a point to be made about the questionability of applying free market forces to the field of health care, but it’s complicated.
2. You don’t have to write poetry to be a poet.