Asian Girls from Mars Go Everywhere

A supermodel holds a clutch that reads “Good Girl”
down the runway, and I think wow, way to put
a label on yourself, because are women either
Good Girls on Earth or Bad Girls from Mars
who’ll take you places beyond and beyond and beyond,
and you might’ve heard that Women are from Venus
and Men are from Mars, but that story’s old,
because I don’t want to talk about my problems,
I want to find solutions, and I hate walks on the beach
and couples’ night and couples’ booths
and couples’ specials, and all I want for Valentine’s Day
always, is sex and lobster, and skip the chocolate
and roses, or actually, I’ll take a box of Godiva,
but Gold Collection, the thirty-six piece box
with a baby blue ribbon only—a woman always
knows exactly what she wants, and have you heard
that girls on Earth are really nice, which should be
the title of a porno mocking ’70s porn
and maybe there’s cheerleaders in tight sweaters and rah
rah rah, and shower scenes and a Charlie’s
Angels-esque slo-mo montage, but the point is
these women aren’t looking for love, and aliens
land on Earth—America of all places,
and these aliens, well, they know about art
and fine cheese and wine and the right way to cut fresh
fish for some fresh sashimi, and the women
are charmed, oh so charmed, and maybe they’re Bad Girls,
because they want to go places, and I want
to go places too, like cities you only see in film, the way
the sky’s purple in Japanese animation
or what about those beautiful towns with beautiful
bakeries of melon bread and chestnut cakes
and strawberry tarts with piles and piles of cream,
and what about neon pink cities with those skylines,
and maybe I’m a Bad Girl because I want to go places,
and I think about that clutch walking down
the Milan runway—“Good Girl,” how Asian girls, well,
we’ve got that thing going on, and the world
sees us as these Good Girls with our round heads
and innocent eyes, oh so kawaii, and yes, daddy,
yes, or take the way girls in anime flash
their panties to show a little innocence,
show a little Oops, I really didn’t mean to,
and we all know that they know what they’re doing,
and isn’t it beautiful when you can play a little
trick on the world, flash your panties, strip
a man of his everything, and if Good Girls hold white
clutches and stay on Earth, then I want
to go to Mars, which should be the title, not of a porno,
but of a real-life film, because don’t you want
piles and piles of fluffy cakes with fluffy centers
and never-ending fruit on top and strawberry filling
and the fattiest of all fatty tuna of sashimi, and you can
eat and eat and eat and dress and undress,
dress and undress yourself in front of a million mirrors
in a castle on a cliff that floats in the sky,
while the clouds change colors, and oh, why can’t we
just leave this Earth, buy a rocket ticket to Mars?