II

and you juxtaposed on a projection of jersey 1962,
picket fence blue cabriolet
and you acted so wounded
as you shuffled along, tucking your head around the door and disappearing
eyes cornered in the room, separated from your face and loose hair
separate bedroom, separate vehicles, separate bodies
top button done up, oxford collar.
and my body covered in red light and your fringe freshly cut, crisp
swimming in the pacific ocean
and shakespeare on jealousy and shakespeare on memory
and the twenty cassettes comprising a private archive
a cabinet, a basinet, a shudder
don't be naive