T h e  D r e a m  C l o s e t

by Jody Spedaliere


And you would go to an antique shop
And it would be filled with strange
and magnificent things
And your mother would commission them to
build a closet
And the back would be lined w/ dolls
And it would be like the closet in your dreams;
rotating and inviting
And you would go to it
And you would not be afraid.