Kimberly Vargas Agnese

You, Sir… are a mermaid

i think,

you Sir,

are a mermaid,

a siren,

a half edged howl

on a city street

next to a sometimes charming Parisian cafe

where espresso is served

with unknown pastries

filled with olives?

peace?

you tell me,

when war rages on a big screen

in the sports bar 

across the street 

please Sir,

are you man or beast or angel

or at this point

bagel

?

smeared with lox

out of luck 

a mermaid man

trying to fish his way to happiness

or a fiddler crab blending seas 

into windy stormy frothing cake

batter

?

batter,

now that’s a funny word 

which makes me wonder

if I’m leaving tracks

on your frosting 

and if

when I look back

you will be smiling, or throwing 

plates at me

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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