where you stand

button
me up, she says.
leaning down
for you
to find
the infinitely
small
clasp
at the top
of her
dress.
what would
you do if I
wasn't here
to do this,
you ask,
squinting
and finding
the hook.
pulling
the zipper
up
tight
against
her neck.
there would be
someone
else, she says,
without hesitation,
then winks
before waving
and saying
ta ta.