I slept in a cupboard. My parents made me sleep in a cupboard. That’s how I have always remembered life in the trailer in Anchorage, Alaska. At bedtime, I was ordered into the padded shelf and they slid the plywood sliding doors closed and I was enclosed in a small space. I felt trapped and panicky. Sometime after I finally fell asleep the nightmares would begin. It was always the same dream, abstract shapes before my eyes constantly changing. The shapes were geometric, meaningless, and in perpetual motion, a square turning into a circle, pierced by a jagged yellow arrow […]