Fanfiction
A dopamine rush of poorly placed semicolons,
a saline flush to exit the daydreams formed
by blue bloodshot eyes peeking above my glasses’ rim,
flowing out of my body through an online catheter.
Mini movies play each night as the screen door shuts
inside a head weary of student loans and rejection letters;
cafes where Ancient Chinese swordsmen make out
behind the counter in between shifts while Goku’s
grandkids Tanjiro and Inosuke spill piping hot mochas
on each other without a single demon to fight in sight.
A hypodermic needle of shitty summaries slapped together
straight into my sullen-hearted chest despite being
as simple as dull-pointed penciled doodles
on the margins of Algebra worksheets.
A written drug: nothing more, nothing less
Morgan Boyer
Morgan Boyer is the author of The Serotonin Cradle (Finishing Line Press, 2018), If I Wasn’t Sacred (Alien Buddha Press, 2025) and a graduate of Carlow University. Boyer has been featured in Kallisto Gaia Press, Thirty West Publishing House, Oyez Review, Pennsylvania English, and Voices from the Attic. Boyer was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2025.