Body Loves to Gamble by Ayla Sullivan for Suspect Press Issue 15. body makes wager with mirror “if I’m not afraid of you by the end of the day, I’ll stop hiding you behind love notes the Internet said would help.”
Doors by Jesse Parent for Suspect Press Issue 15. My daughter tells me she wants to date and I shrug. She tells me the name of her girlfriend and I shrug again.
The boy king philosophizes to his Nintendo by Ken Arkind for Suspect Press Issue 15. The corners of my lover’s mouth lift and curl like the ends of whips, she says she loves me and I swear I hear a crack.
There are bombs over Gaza again are you watching? by Mohamed Hassan for Suspect Press Issue 15. I don’t like the post even though I’m tagged in it, today I’m witless on a bus to meet a soul…
Dear, Wakanda by Theo “Lucifury” Wilson for Suspect Press Issue 15. This poem is entitled, “Why I’m naming my daughter Wakanda.” Or, “Is it possible to have a vibranium boner? Thank you Lupita N’Yongo!”
Ethnic Studies by Toluwanimi Obiwole for Suspect Press Issue 15. I’ve been staring down a long hard historical fact for two years now maybe my whole life…
Of all the things you regret, don’t let this be one… by Will Boyd for Suspect Press Issue 15. *This poem was created with subject lines from real spam emails. As much as possible, the lines have not been altered in any way.
Here Comes Tony by Jef Otte for Suspect Press Issue 14. Here comes Tony Cecil driving his pride and liability, a shitty sea-green DeVille amply rusty, trunk strapped shut with a bungee, and it clatters like a diesel.
How I Kung Fu by Charly Fasano for Suspect Press Issue 14. Block by block karate this is how I kung fu, sleeper hold ghost ride behind black eyes, hide my vacancy as I shuffle down South Broadway.
