Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Exist


If 

you don’t answer my text,

I won’t slip away

in a wandering mist,

wondering 

about what is wrong with 

me,

or fall

into a fault

where blizzards fight

day and night

Because….Because…Because…Because … Because

just because … 

you can not see 

what you missed

will not  mean 

I’ll

cease to…

exist

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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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  2. A tiny bird whispered in my ear
    That your birthday is near
    You more than exist
    You live
    And through your life
    You have blessed mine
    Happy birthday sweet friend

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  3. Hmmm, here, too, Kae, I believe, you’ve struck a nearly universal chord of human existing/relating. Who among us has written/reached out to another and, when not receiving a reply, journeyed into that inner shadow region of self-doubt, perhaps, self-disparagement (“Is it me?”), then, one prays, rising from that place/space to declare, “I exist on my…in my own right irrespective of your lack of reply (verily, reply).”

    All this said, I wonder…to whom were you writing at this or at any time that led you, first, into that inner world of self-wonderment?

    Always, your writing speaks to my soul. Sometimes in delightful, spritely ways…at other times, sorrowfully. Yet, speak you do to me.

    Thank you.

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  4. Oh how much we live in our own worlds, thinking that those who are not in our world do not matter or even if we do not admit it, or cannot exist without our influence… Nice word jazz, clearly communicating the melody without playing it directly…

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