Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Jet on velvet


In the gap

between my curtain and window top

a bit of white toothed moon

holds 

a panther cub 

by the nape of its nursling neck

while I watch and scoop little white stars into the rice bowl of my eye

a jet roars restless  

endless 

and for awhile

i want to feel 

the velvet outside my window 

but can’t 

’til 

the sound stops on the tip of a chopstick

and stars once again

dip milk

into the mewing kitten’s mouth

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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