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The Professor: Room 433, Cheryl Hindrichs

English Literature Faculty Publications and Presentations

If I should die / in this sterile bed / think not this of me, / me paging listlessly / through one of those magazines that eddy / as flotsam here. / Let me be found / not with an expired glossy / slippery, over my cavernous chest / a surreal bust and brilliant white teeth / arched, grinning / or, perhaps seeming clenched / as if she knew of the skeleton stretched beneath her. / Instead, when the monotone / drops from beating, / beating, / ceases. / Find me with Beckett or Barnes, / Whitman or Woolf. / …