Try to count the petals on a daisy

Try to count the petals on a daisy its pollined center the dust of butterfly flight Punctured to crown the most basic Queen of gardened lawn Prickling through my imagination elsewhere in my mind I play with those long gone and long for those yet to come Through paned glass, dampened cloth I still see…

Different creatures, you and I

We are different creatures, you and I. We laugh at different jokes and cry at different times. While we look alike, we’ll never be the same. Let us each go our own way and tread two separate paths. What is for you is lovely, but it mightn’t be for me. Happiness for all of us,…

Episode 05 – Catcalling, RSD & Queefing

Tune in to Episode 05 of Achingly Polite where I chat about Catcalling, RSD (Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria) and Queefing. On iTunes, Android, Google Play and wherever else you get your podcasts! Spotify still hasn’t approved me but whatever I’m not crying you’re crying. Please rate me 5 stars and leave a silly comment! Come across…

Gracie

I wrote a haiku for my plant babies. My cheese plant is named is Gracie. Yes I name my plants. I stand by it. ©2018 Clementine Yost May 24, 2018 12:30:00 PST

Hyperbole

  Hyperbole a marker of the mentally ill or so I once read Where is my light? Reptilian warmed from without Always, only once forever Alone, happy never Flushed with shamed heat pink as it rises I hide The soft bristles of my life hardened the acrylic trap So keen to add color desperate for…

As the calathea

Much deeper than fat and hatred of skin It is loathing of the whole self And so in love and ink I reclaim That which should, but never truly felt as though it were Mine Always one step away just out of my grasp For what is the distance between a trot and a canter…

Starting small, with only known things

for Imogen   Before the polished sand of her mirror Freckled and pale Limbs and moles as she remembered   Temptation in dismantling her self a specimen for dissection A tally of flaws   How radical would it be to love instead? Were that even allowed Unsure, starting small with only known things Affirming feeling…

Ephemeral

Remember, intrusive thoughts, panic attacks, bouts of intense body dysmorphia, it’s all ephemeral. unwanted visitors. fleet away. the only truly perennial presence in my life is the fluffy periwinkle of my trusted friend, the echium. by Clementine Yost ©