I’m imagining that this is your trailer
on the set of a film in which we are co-stars.
I invent a back story as you dry your hair:
the full-tongue snog that took four takes,
your swollen lips and Linda
from costume said that we should “try acting.”
I think we’re in a Hollywood blockbuster
because of the sound of a helicopter
like a hairdrier. Let them add the explosions
in post-production as we dive on to the bed.
Or, perhaps, this is a German art house flick
because you’re not wearing any make up
and you want to talk about Haneke’s Hidden
but I want to have sex
and the contradiction is driving this scene.
