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Yoga Ladies’ Christmas Lunch

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Yoga Ladies’ Christmas Lunch

by Jenny Blackford


My oldest friend (so young!)
attacks a bowl of limp green leaves
coated in white slime—the only option
at this trendy pub for all her sensitivities:
mind, body, spirit. I spoon gloopy risotto,
envy the lady down the table
with her sizzle-pot of prawns.
We’re the bad girls up our end
drinking bubbles. Sometimes
small pleasures are the best.

Our young mat-mate tells us
(true confessions) how her new man’s
ex-wife’s friends despise her,
though the bond was long dissolved
when they fell.
One of the unfriends even spat on her
in a Westfield mall. We gasp. She says
his kids call her his “bit of fluff.”

Mass giggles. What a sizzle-pot!


headshotJenny Blackford‘s poems and stories have appeared in Australian Poetry Journal, Cosmos, Westerly, and more. In 2013, Pitt Street Poetry published an illustrated pamphlet of her cat poems, The Duties of a Cat. Her most recent poetry prize is first in the Connemara Mussell Festival Poetry Competition 2016.



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