Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Plenty of fish


He admired perhaps,

an idea of owning her

so he wined and dined away

with trinkets and moonlit dinners and things 

all the while,

feeling just a bit sorry for himself,

a Man-

with better things to do 

than spend time with her kind when he could be 

fishing on the lake

and so,

unaware of the ripples under his seat

he cast lines to reel her in

while she gathered his baubles and what nots on the sandy beach

 she-

a stubborn fish 

refusing to swim…

he, 

growing more sunburned by the minute

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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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