If I could make paper stiff and soft
with little barbs standing out to look around,
I would make sure the sheets were only
occasionally square-edged, but mostly
tousled and yellowed here and there,
or even ragged like a mangy ear,
yet sweet enough a child might nibble
it; and whatever someone wrote or typed
there would emerge gently bruised in red.
Harold Ackerman recently published a collection of poems and photographs entitled We Don’t Choose It, available as an ebook at the Apple iBooks store. He has previously published photographs in Petrichor Review and fiction and poetry elsewhere.