Katie Koeblitz
Joined February 2021
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I awake on the 192nd day of quarantine to a pounding on my door. It’s September and a heat wave makes the days foggier, stickier. Even now at, what— 6:43am, my thighs have suctioned. More knocking. My feet are heavy. I remember the virus, find a mask. Briefly, I’m grateful for its ability to trap my morning breath.
By Katie Koeblitz3 years ago in Petlife