FROM UNDERWORLD LIT
Sep 01, 2020
2 minutes
Srikanth Reddy
(Fall Term)
XVIII
Browsing the criticism section of the campus used bookshop, I unearth a copy of my scholarly monograph on postcolonial Graveyard Poets, already thick with dust, misplaced between Ramazani and Ransom.
“Goodnight bears,” Mira says, knocking over a tower of unshelved philology. “Goodnight chairs.”
Opening to the flyleaf, I turn up the inscription—penned, in my defense, under the influence of departmental
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