poem: the woman with no face

I cannot find the center of LA I attend the outskirts
with my husband we find — local places that are chains but at
least local to California we deny the normal places we cannot find
the tourist spots to go — then again I have never looked
for them, or even at a list. one day in the future I tell him
we will plan two-day trip with itemized list to See the
City the city won’t see us it will
not unfold even sunset boulevard is sort of dump and we
get there crossing overpass crossing urine-
stained stairs