GAVIN FOSTER

Retro Gaming

We sit in the silence of a dark, 
half-rendered ocean, attuned to 
the claustrophobic, sprawling
nothing. Flickering blue—
magnetic coils steer beams,
electrons, line-by-line, 
top-to-bottom— the yellow
circle that glows for the submarine,
phosphorus screen. The perpetually 
warm sun. Take this, and puncture 
here.