Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Hate on paper


me and 

you 

crumple

til our bones lay 

like an old poem

which rasps on and on

about insults,

forgiveness

goes limp

as our flag

is set on fire

and ashes blow

into the eyes of those who have lost 

brothers , sisters, 

mothers,

i 

shiver under a desert sun and 

quiver

as tongues rattle 

across paper

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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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