Ragabum Blue
by Nicholas Soluri
Blue, she comes when the
whole house is quiet;
unrestricted and immense.
Walks through the door and
gives a kiss to my cheek
that makes my hands
jittery for words.
Left and right and
left and write the words
truly and without sentiment;
She leaves without a trace,
but always comes back
again, unceremoniously, to
my being.
And every time she returns,
and every time she
kisses my cheek, a part of
her soul sheds its skin,
like uterus, and she lives.
Through the pain and all
the dumb voices.
Nicholas Soluri is a freshman at Union College in New York. Credits his stylistic inspiration to the Beat Generation of poets. Loves chocolate milk.
