No-Write Zone

 

No-Write Zone

Early morning no-write zone 

One flanking my shoulders like a fringed white warming shawl 

One wedged between my hip and the chair arm like a taco sprouting a scratch-begging paw 

One throwing his head back, nose to ceiling, barking “arooo-arooo” (throw, throw the ball, Mom) until I do 

Early morning no-write zone 

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