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Rosary by Alinda Wasner   Dangling limp from the rearview mirror The night you parked Your battered old car Outside the house of your new lover– Her window jutting out over the street, Her brazen balcony!   You’d tried to teach me the words But I couldn’t believe them, Each bead little more Than the [...]

As If the Roaches by Alinda Wasner lurking on the seam of the refrigerator door waiting for me to open it so they can scurry in, or the big ones in the stove that shoot out like flames when you light the burner or the dead carcasses in the teapot in the toaster or in [...]