From Issue 17: Collateral

Brian Phillip Whalen This poem was originally published in The Cardiff Review. When I eat pepperoni pizza late at night, I have nightmares. I’m 35 years old, the same age my father was when he slept nights inside a bottle of Boone’s Farm wine. [My father was 13 when his mother warned him:“Boys like you end…

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