Koumpounophobia

Lewis Carter is in the final year of his combined honours degree in English Language and Literature.

I twitch when I think

of the stitched-on things:

those fiddly

five-pence-sized fastenings

that line formal fashion;

the horrors which hold

shirts tight to chests

in pinned discipline.

 

Button.

The word itself

isn’t a round enough sound

enough term for the shape.

 

Think a fumble of tired fingers

trying to pry fabric apart

while it shrinks and constricts;

 

hands sweating and pecking

at slippery circular grips;

 

sharp breaths as thread

tightens and seals;

 

leaving the lips

gasping

 


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