There’s a man who thinks like a swimmer.
He compares people to drugs
While I question his tired philosophy
No one is that intoxicating
I reply
Do you want to munch popcorn? He asks
I decline
The movie plays in balletic motions
There’s a man on screen who eats too many
words and swords.
The clergymen vacate the scene.
It’s like heroin! He says after
I weep for Joan of Arc.

Kylee Webb (she/her) is Editor in Chief of Last Resort Literary Review and Treehouse Literary Review. She graduated Summa Cum Laude with a major in English from ASU with a double minor in Spanish and Political Science. She’s primarily interested in absurdist, surrealist, and feminist works, and enjoys the films of David Lynch, Ari Aster, Luis Buñuel, and literally any feminist director. Her work has appeared in volume three of Allegory Ridge's Archipelago fiction anthology, Maudlin House, Tangled Locks Journal, Exposition Review, Fatal Flaw Literary Magazine, and other journals. You can find her on twitter @KyleeNikole13.