watching Vertigo

If I were a Judy,
I’d have called him Scottie in a soft growl. I’d have rid the drug store’s shelves of peroxide and pins and never let the brunette show. I’d have thrown that necklace into the Bay with my confettied letter. I’d have pursed my lips and worn the goddamn suit. I might’ve always tasted tears.
I’d have painted myself in her place. (whose?) I’d have checked out of the Empire and built a love nest in a bell tower. I’d have lived as an accessory to frailty forever.He’d never look down.
I’d have resigned my wander(lust), because two together are always going somewhere.
It wouldn’t have mattered to me.

If I were a Judy?
Am I not a Judy?