She liked the fire the Gods drew down
One night
So he made the stove the fire place the light
She felt naked all of the time
He made walls and doors
Curtains and clothes
Her feet grew tired quickly
He created bikes cars
the Gulf oil crisis
She wants to fly sick of her height
Wants to see run feel kiss live further
And this time he wonders
If she could ever just be
happy
If she would ever just be
About Me
- Katie Miller
- New York
- I'm Katie, an information specialist working in a collegiate hospitality environment. I hope to be immersed in the cyclic relationship of teaching and learning forever. As a former researcher in plant science, I aspire to become a Research and Synthesis Librarian to help support other's scientific work. I also enjoy hyperfocusing on one topic for a lengthy amount of time (some might call this overthinking).