• Jessica Norman


Do not think

That you can read me -

Curl up with me and bend

My pages back

To keep your place.

That’s not your right to do -

I am not bound and hard-backed

My pages are not paper thin

But they will rip:

My spine will snap,

My ink will run.

Do not think

That you can file me

Alphabetise me

Index me

Or toss me away When you have finished.

I am not built to entertain

Or move you.

I am not yours to read

And throw away.