Burned noodles fill the air
Underneath my nose. The scent
Regretfully got to my
Neighbor too. And now
Everyone in this apartment complex, has
Decided that I don't know how to cook.
Nobody will remember all
Of the wonderful smells concocted.
Or the many successes in my kitchen. It
Doesn't matter to any of them. It is
Like this failure defines me.
Everyone will remember, and
Say that I'm the boy who burned his ramen.
