Women in real life


Sally Webster from Coronation Street was in my yoga class
I could barely contain myself in half pigeon, thinking about
being the same person at work every day
and how wild that must be.
When I think of Sally Webster I think of hot tubs and conservatories
of infinite time before breakfast for adultery
I think in frog pose that — yes — I will have twelve husbands
and I will invite death to my doorstep in five consecutive decades
and I will go blonde, blonde, forever

 

 

 

Food

What sun is this sun — nightdress? As if
I’ve ever known what to do with my hands.
Perhaps, Tuesday, mimosas on the high street
wet chips, towns, ships. Oh
but she’s always spoken highly of you
like the pinstripe suits they don’t make for children,
or the slick lining of lipgloss in my stomach,
impossible jellyfish purple
so angry I could eat myself.
There are six bulldozers lined up outside the hospital now
and they have the quiz shows on with the sound turned down,
the always hum of them

 

 

 

Thanksgiving

At Christmas or in other wide spaces I have been bloated
and I have felt things —
the inside of a cheek texture is a start

I see your crouched jacket and I am reminded of a
woman being brought down from the attic
covered in mulch,
of snow gathering in the car park at night
and the way your mother would busy herself in the kitchen
making me want to die

A red flag is just a pointy thing waving, but
at least I have learned how to secrete things away in rock pools
at least once or twice I have known how to make you laugh

 





 

[Lucy Holt is a writer who lives in Manchester. She has had poetry and non-fiction featured in The Observer, 3:AM Magazine and Ache Magazine, and was named a New Poet by The Poetry Business in 2020.]

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