Marjon Mossammaparast: Hiroko Can Go Jump

Hiroko Can Go Jump

Hiroko can go jump

Out of an airplane in Japan

Because I don’t want her anywhere

Near my man

As she caresses his stripy socks

Lays her hands on his hairy calves

I don’t want her anywhere

Near his wheelchair when he’s

In the nursing home, pushing him down

A ramp to the boat sheds

So he can inhale the sweet scent

Of seagull shit on starboards

Hear the slap of the harbour

By his lame ankles as Hiroko

Orders two grilled flakes in Triton’s.

Hiroko can go jump

Out of an airplane in Japan

Tumble to her own hometown

Head first skirt up neat black hair

An upturned cape flaring out

With her high Japanese scream

Falling towards mountains

And cherry blossoms into a bowl

Of foggy miso soup

Because I don’t want her anywhere

Near my man

Breathing along the ridge

Of his broad white back

Landscapes I have roamed on

That have contracted time

Inscribing history in his small

Raised moles and the patterns

Of my fingertips.

Hiroko can go jump

Out of an airplane in Japan

And land crotch first somewhere else.

Marjon Mossammaparast