Closet The doorless shared bedroom at the evil step-dad’s house had a long, wide closet. I went into it like it was my private apartment. A carpeted, one-room sanctuary, clothes-roofed, shoes pushed aside like bricks. I hauled in chapter books, markers, crayons, stickers, Hilroys in soft hued-yellows, blues. The pillow, heart-cased, from my top-bunk bed,… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 18