Whenever Amy came to play,
we hid in my bedroom
and spent the afternoon in our forts.
My closet was the perfect stronghold–
safe behind a mirrored door
you pulled a long chain
and a solitary bulb shone,
casting a dim light
on saddle shoes and PF Flyers
and the cool wooden floor.
I imagined sharing the cramped closet–
one of us curled on the floor,
the other perched on a painted shelf,
inventing stories of shadowy foes,
conquering an invisible enemy,
But Amy said we needed separate forts–
each of us in our own private sanctuary
equipped with stacks of books,
and Amy was the guest.
She rifled through my bookshelf,
grabbed my pillow
and retreated to my closet–
I slipped into the narrow space
between bed and wall,
my cheek pressed against rough carpet,
enough room for me and a book,
and disappeared into stories
where Pippi rode the high seas
and Tommy and Annika were always welcome.
© 2015 Buffy Silverman. All rights reserved.
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