Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Old water on glass


Glass is etched with old water dream drops 

flicked 

intermitttently off 

an ill-eloquent 

sun…

a she ostrich

me-ostrich burial ground 

of “stuff”

that just didn’t happen…

Ego and Id wandering through several little universes

of my old making…

irreverential flip flop 

spots

flicking 

leftover arrows 

 through inconsequential, non-referential 

sequential-ly past tense over due

falter me 

ox eye hoops…

(But parentheticals  can grow petals so I hope for new blooms on glass….soon)

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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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