I, too, dislike it.
However,

++++++++++++++I was trying to not think
when out of the gaping wound
of the car-detailing garage (smells like metallic sex)
came a Nissan GT-R fitted with an oversized spoiler.
Backing out sounded like clearing the throat of god.
A gold snake zizzed around the license plate.
Sunburst hubcaps, fancy undercarriage installation
casting a pool of violet light on the pocked pavement
of gum blots. Was it this that filled me with desire?

Daisy Fried is the author of three books of poems, Women’s Poetry: Poems and Advice (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2013), My Brother is Getting Arrested Again (Pitt, 2006), a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award, and She Didn’t Mean to Do It (Pitt, 2000), which won the Agnes Lynch Starrett Prize. Her poems have appeared recently in the London Review of Books, Nation, New Republic, Poetry, American Poetry Review, Threepenny Review, and elsewhere; one of her poems has been selected for inclusion in Best American Poetry 2013. She has been awarded Guggenheim, Hodder, and Pew Fellowships, a Pushcart Prize, the Editors’ Prize from Poetry and the Cohen Award from Ploughshares, and was for two years the Grace Hazard Conkling Writer-in-Residence at Smith College. She reviews poetry for the New York Times, Poetry, and the Threepenny Review, teaches creative writing at Bryn Mawr College and in Warren Wilson College’s low-residency MFA program, and lives in South Philly.