Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Unbloom


i think your lips touched

mine

but

i don’t know if you  ever  reallly

kissed me,

i wonder about who you were

before we met…

did you ever feel love flutter within your hands

and promise to keep it safe,

let it touch your chest and  nest within you

or have you always drifted without wings 

around pyres of storks mourning unbloomed love in ash trays

wisping  goodbyes

instead of hello

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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