As requested. This is to go with the YouTube version....
by Jeannette Cook
You lost me. You don't know where you put me.
You set me down somewhere along the way,
wanting to get home to the needle and thread
so you could sew me back on properly, so I'd be
where you want me to be: holding your coat together,
or crucially joining a cuff. You're certain that you had me once
and put me somewhere safe, somewhere so safe,
you rack your brain for the location. You're aware,
there's a world full of buttons. The problem isn't
that you can't get another one instead. Asleep,
you make a closed cup with your hands,
as though around an object. Your thumbs, all knuckle, latch.