Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Bacon and eggs


When he had it

he didn’t 

“get it”

so he left it…

the sun rose about 2,000 times

before

he woke up 

with his head on a rock 

and 

decided 

he 

wanted

something 

softer

so 

he looked …

for her

in the place where 

she had stood

crying

2,000 sunsets 

before

” I’ m home” 

he announced 

and reached for 

the door

which led

to the kitchen 

where she used

to feed 

him

bacon and eggs

but 

the latch never turned

and the door

wouldn’t open 

 and when

he tried 

to peer through 

her window

all his pillows were

gone

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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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