She was scared of buttons —
‘It’s the way they stare, with two empty holes,
Until you drown inside them.’
I felt her disgust,
They were white and round and I almost understood it then —
How upsetting it would be to have two pupils in one eye,
Seeing all the way inside your head and further down
Into a place where darkness has no colour, sharp and cool
Wrapping her arms around you.
On the other side, there is no button,
Only two black holes in her face.