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.

 

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Nicholas Soluri is a freshman at Union College in New York.  Credits his stylistic inspiration to the Beat Generation of poets.  Loves chocolate milk.