The Space Invader
“Don’t-stand-so-close-to-me,” he said to her.
I’m feeling claustrophobic. Every time
I turn around, you’re right there at my shoulder.
Were you a poem, I’d make you its end rhyme!
“How rude you are!” his girlfriend then replied.
“The way you talk to me is a disgrace.
We’re finished!” As she strode away she cried,
“And this is me now giving you your space.”
For Black Eyed Susan's Space Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
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