The Aspiritations of a Druze Hair Stylist

Where is God said
my hairdresser outside
while overlooking the sea,
speaking of targetted
assassinations and the other
small talk one shares
with those who dabble
in hair and secrecy.
His car is worth eighty
thou and he hopes
America will embrace
his desire to set up shop
on the streets of a medium
sized city between
a Walmart and a Hallmark.
You don't know what
we believe in he says,
we believe in the trans-
migration of souls, we
believe in second chances.

I said I believe I'll not
be coming back to you,
and as for predictions:
Go Nidal. Go and see.
There will be no more setbacks
for you, you've got nothing to lose.