AMP. Always Electric.

Volume 2, No. 1

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.

Meg Yardley

Meg Yardley lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. Her work has been published in Hanging Loose, Rattle, Right Hand Pointing and LEVELER.