Issue 2
New Five S at the Golden Bull

New Five S at the Golden Bull

A dim bar. Your hand. The clean white glow
of my new phone. You crooked a finger

and I gave it up. Eyebrow raised, watching

for consent, you entered my passcode.
I was outside my own desire, fingers scrolling

across the glowing face of it, grazing,

a movement captured by the screen:
Open this one. Close that. Enter here.