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Faculty Room

Windowless, of course,
Though it is unclear whether
This is a precaution to
Prevent our escape
Or a screen so the children
Can’t spy on us
While we eat and weep and wait.

Most days, it reminds me of
Backstage at the theater—
Performers pacing or practicing
Their lines,
Waiting for their cue
The bell that says,
Enter stage left.

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