I'm Found in West LA
off Corinth.
I make Tacos de Fideo
because the sky said
it equals to Aztlan.
One time, I make them.
Decide to act all foodie
and experimental.
Ramen is cut to
Fideo lengths.
Broth is
influenced by spicy
characteristics of
Sawtelle Ramen spots.
One time, my brother's ex
was being a baby
and made us wait
a long ass time
to get ramen.
Glad I live close enough
to fiddle with keys to
enter my apartment.
Anyways, because
me aburro
de pollo,
yo come
los Fideo tacos
con un thick
beef patty.
I'm found in West Los
off Corinth.
where the wind
y un possible arsonist
equaled a conflagration.
I went to Super Domestic.
Got a latte.
Dude handed me
a surgical mask.
Used it for days
until I found free
N-95s
Off the LA Metro
4 to Santa Monica.
Used it for days
until the smoke
cleared away.
I ride the 4
to Westwood Bl
to rest where
that person I spoke with once
would pass away,
hours later in the sun.
I sit there
to remember this person
right before his ascension
to Aztlan.
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