Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Wilt


She loves 

but for a day or two,

loves those who wilt 

upon her will

who fall in  rank upon her scent

she laughs

at their undoing

proving what?

within their deaths

 she rests

in a mirage of grass blades

and so,

she too loses

 reason ,

 sanity

their lives undone-

her undoing 

on concrete 

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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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  4. Fabulous piece! And more complex than it first appears. The concrete, the grass blades. I think we have all encountered this type of sociopath with concrete cracks mirroring her disfigured self.

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