
Jessica Norman
Library
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.
