Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Glare


As soon as I walk  through the door,

she glares 

and the little gargoyles 

on her shoulder

try to eat me 

with their oyster colored eyeballs

so much so

that sometimes 

I don’t even want to go home

to look 

at that hateful  girl

who stares and stares and stares at me

in the mirror 

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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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