Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Christmas cookies


i was bullied by you for so long 

that when 

someone 

finally told you to knock it off,

i stood wide eyed…

as though punched in the belly with something akin 

to Christmas cookies,

a red boxing glove was hung  on an “I Don’t Think So”  flocked Christmas  tree

it was a silent night,

a holy night

when i opened  an unbruised eye…

and the angels sang 

“Peace on earth, good will towards men”

and i knew that my lord…

had come

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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