Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Crochet me a closet


I keep looking for that closet

where

all the strands

of my life

are wound into neat balls,

waiting to be knit–

tidy patterns on shelves

and yellow and green skeins

and every assorted thing

crochet hooks, 

and needles in a cushion 

and pinned decisions

laid out as neat as 

freshly-fallen snow angels 

wearing home-made sweaters…

only to find

the door ajar,

buttons askance 

and cross eyed tomcats

laying drunkenly next to a pair of hockey sticks 

misplaced in a field of catnip

Darn it!

Where are my socks?

Somewhere, I suppose,

behind rose-painted  thimbles

which hold  enough lace and grace and strawberry wine 

to sew me 

a picnic in summertime 

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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