Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Favorite child


i was her favorite child

so when it got bad

  i went outside 

where

 flop eared grasses lay

and fluffy thistles rocked 

in scattered winds 

and the arms 

of the grease wood tree 

held me close 

while wild mustards 

just nodded and 

understood 

why 

i hid from 

what was inside

the house

where  i was someone’s

favorite child

to hit

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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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