Tag Archives: Elijah Giuliano

Games

Tweenage boys in floral dresses (jasmine and magnolia: heraldry of the dream-hennaed night) bludgeon frogs with grandfather clocks. But their arms, pale and slender as birches, cannot bear Time’s over(t)weening weight, and they stumble and tumble onto the tiles, checkered … Continue reading

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Without Loss of Generality

They slept beneath a heavily-discounted Patagonia fleece of still grey water. We came in the night, letting down a long slender ladder. A few of us made small talk while dethawing the strawberry milkshakes. I just watched their climbing bodies … Continue reading

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Shivering

I followed your laughter up a tower without stairs. When I texted, your phone glowed like many green bugs. In a pink sweater, you laughed, and I wanted to take the raindrops home in a doggie bag. We waited underwater … Continue reading

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Seams

I burn like a winter rain that blossoms in the fire of headlight-lit water. Emboss me with jewels of a Gatorade commercial dissembled: seams bloodily unsewn. The many windows of the train station are fragrant with the dense sensual darkness … Continue reading

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