---After Beaten By A Beauty Shop-Owner
Ganoush has a temper and splits
a girl's wool over two tempered
boards, a gram of salt, and the
buried grave of wicker harvest.
He made a gi(womyn)rl take shoes
apart in front of a crowd. My eyes
split her skull and her blood
made a ring for my finger.
I crammed her hair in my nostrils.
I made a plane and left there, found
a new place and kept it clean.
My car is now a ghost of where autumn
barfed her soul onto the ground and
I walk there, but I don't want to
know her name, so I keep her there.