Blockbuster

By Madeleine Corley

I miss theatres, their vacant / seats and stares of stars, / people I claim I know / because I saw them once / in a movie at some dollar theatre / now closed, its Sour / Patch Kids, Doritos, and Orange / Fantas going flat at a lack / of audience, buttered / fingers, sloppy hunger.

What I know: there was no / production willing / to cast me an extra once / they saw I’d versions / only I’d let them see / so my true self could turn up / side down, credits / rolled out red / carpet already teasing / an exit, my life on screen / a play I refused / to watch so I could miss me / burning out my reel.

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Madeleine Corley (she/her) is a writer by internal monologue and adores a good Dunkin iced coffee. Her work has appeared in Hooligan Magazine, Levee Magazine, Olney Magazine, Plum Recruit, and more. She currently serves as Managing Editor at Barren Magazine. You can find her on her website wrotemadeleine.com and on Twitter @madelinksi.