Noelle Marie Nagales
SAILOR MARS: A HIRAGANA ALPHABET
あいうえお
かきくけこ
you like the way I Japanese,
you that tell me,
that I’m spicy, a seasoned rhythm.
A side of wasabi in a schoolgirl’s
uniform, a sailor-scout,
throwing peace signs.
you tell me to say more
さしすせそ —flash photography
I’m embezzling personas
you’re climaxing,
to the hottest trends,
rummaging through archives
of red bottom boots plastered
on a Tokyo television screen—
stomping about.
you tell me to lift my skirt,
underwear flashing,
just a little bit,
so the wind gets me blushing.
dirty, dirty thoughts.
you are spiraling,
as I sing a children’s lullaby.
ばか,ばか。