Kimberly Vargas Agnese

Thought stones


What if I’m so much less than I want to be?

dammed up filters,

and liver in my  onion flavored amygdaloid gall bladder 

brain

longing

to detox stiffs and stuffs and self-expectations 

which grow as harmlessly

 as slacks over a chair

nonetheless become rare 

tumors-exploding in shattered bottles on a barefoot beach

feet grasping driftwood dreams 

while hands throw grenades out to sea…

bombs

I can’t see , but feel in currents of me 

fueling ticking…

talking about all the stuff

I should do

grading my ego on a scale of 1-10

what if I order myself to let go of thoughtstones

throw the whole subconscious  seduction 

aside

so I can learn 

to breathe 

through my nose…

grow dandelions in wheat fields 

recognize

cilia blowing in wind

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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