Graveside from “My Childhood Elegies” When Dad died and Mom fell into herself, there were no more cigarettes to chew, no grape popsicles to suck on, no fire to raise me. There was nothing. No more bending sky. No more growing. Caught in a snag in the fabric of time that will unravel until there is nothing left. Mom was locked in her room and Dad was locked in the ground. I am nothing but a hole inside a hole inside a hole inside a hole. Arden Alexander Miller Class of 2023
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