Curious as a… Cumquat?

I don’t know if you listened to Episode 01 of Achingly Polite, but I stumbled across the great question of our time: What Is The Saying For Curious?! There is “cool as a cucumber” and “curiosity killed the cat”, but what about those of us who aren’t cool and don’t want death? What are we to…

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 ©

for Sophia

Our goodbye hinged on time. You said you didn’t want to waste mine.   Wasted and confused Drunk from anger, not wine I can’t seem to fathom Why –   You were so effusive Beauty intellect mine.   You cared Or so you said – So you seemed   Why   Were you so effusive?…

Folded into a crane

My intrusive thoughts of yesterday, folded into a crane to fly away. by Clementine Yost © 4/28/18

Hollow

Isn’t it interesting the bulimic’s almost defensive insistence That no actually, I’m quite anorexic How even within disordered eating There is a ranking. Where hunger is good and bones are king. Hollowed And then from weakness eat I binge I purge Ashamed of the latter two I just want you to know I starve.  …