Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Separate


Clouds of shame

swirl abuse

’til light separates from dark

like oil and vinegar inkwells

and blame lays 

upon misused sheets.

Separate

the hit man’s truth 

from

 the victim’s throat

within the clouds lay-

the honest truth…

as Judas kills

so

Judas lives.

Hide not within 

the swirling grey

but rather

at 

the break of day

find the light

which separates

       

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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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