Kimberly Vargas Agnese

horseradish hooves ( a love song for the Shepherd…of Israel)

no you…no me… without you i wander like goats,

horseradish gores

our scattered throats

i laughed…no time to dress, and left my hooves

upon your chest

and now I’m gone

raspy ribbons won’t hide who I used to be

untied pieces

no you , no me

tied to the wicked gypsy tree…thirsty lips

goat bleeting hips

tethered we scream

please find us

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Published by Kimberly Vargas Agnese

My name is Kimberly Vargas Agnese, though I've previously written as Kae Bucher. I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south to the San Joaquin Valley. As I ride barefoot around Fresno, I consider the paths I've chosen and the crossroads where our country seems to have perched itself. Thanks to my Romani ancestry, many people groups reside within me and my poetry tends to reflect this. I love welcoming the sunrise with my Native American flute. I've been rumored to juggle while teaching students how to write. And if you can't find me, I'm probably hanging out with Jesus listening to parables.

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