I told you once
a long
time ago.
Truth be told
I’ve told
so many times.
Stay away.
Keep your distance.
You know the
of getting
too close.
I run, yet
you wonder why.
And so it goes.
If you only knew
what I could
if I felt free.
I’m insatiable.
But there is
a price.
Stay away.
Keep your distance.
I can promise you
a paradise
you’ve never
But I
must be free.
Not owned.
I can take you
to the
valley of the gods.
And beg for more.
But all I ask is
Stay away.
Keep your distance.
You called me
and I
for one moment
you understood.
But I was wrong.
You didn’t stay away.
You didn’t keep distance.
Don’t feel
There will be
And each time
I’ll tell them
if you want me
Stay away.
Keep your distance.
One more time.


Photo: ©Cyril Fluck

Dori Owen

Dori Owen is a storyteller, writing from small town Arizona, after living a few decades in California as an LA Wild Child, with a brief stop in Reno. She settled into grownup life as a project manager, collecting an MBA and a few husbands along the way. She is a shown artist and her favorite pastime is upcycling old furniture and decor she finds from thrift stores. She lives with the cat who came to visit but stayed. The love of her life is her grown son who lives in Portland, Oregon. Her essays and poems have been published in RAW&UNFILTERED VOL I, StigmaFighters Vol 2, and Love Notes From Humanity. Her blogs have been featured on The Lithium Chronicles, Open Thought Vortex, Sudden Denouement, and The Mighty.

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