Kimberly Vargas Agnese

At 12:23

My eyes scan the world-

it is flat.

East of my fingertips lay four gibbous moons stacked one on top of the other.

On the eastern edge my pinkie

 sets.

Bisecting  the glow,

space lays

 above 

the button 

releasing power to this world 

without which 

everything goes black.

My eyes retract,

the thighs of my palm 

sigh…

released from the weight of this small rectangular 

flat

and Siri goes quiet.
 

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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