Kimberly Vargas Agnese

…transitions in sand…

sandstorms
…i find myself

….caught….

….in…

intersections

…..of….

…thoughts …

criss crossing like…

…palm trees in sand

storms…

questioning

…HOW?

to…look …the part ..act

the part be the part…when

sand…

storms from…

…sand boxes howl like hyenas

“you are only an 8 year old

monkey girl …dingle

dangling

from

a

jungle gym…what do you know about anything?”

…so…

i tremble

at

stop signs…

…flood the ignition with…

…jingle

jangle tunes and …

…with

eyes wide open…

…drop…

like ripe olives…

…to stronger hands

than my …

own

 

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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