West Fullerton

The college kids come
down here
from Associated
to get drugs.
Hipsters in old Volvos
hunting hallucinogens
in the park
where the cholos
play handball.
No one seems
to notice
down here.

They're careful
slightly paranoid
not making eye contact
speaking in
mousy whispers.
They know a guy
who knew a guy
that got beat up
down here.

On their way
back up
they stop for tacos.
The best taco places
are all
down here.
They roll their r's.
They drink horchata
and think they are
authentic
when they're
down here.

Then they
race back
beginning to peak
speaking of their
adventure on
the other side of town
as if it were a third-world
village.
Two mile away
seems like a
world away
when you're
down here.