Hipster Cafes Poem by Wilson Khor W.H.

Behind each of those glass doors
is a universe of their own.

The food is the planets;
The lighting
is the constellation

The décor is the maya;
The price tags are the laws
binding the cosmos together

And I
am the alien—

Walking along the pavements
outside those glass doors,
Scrolling through the pages
of foodie features

Realising
that these streets,
these people,
these neighbourhoods…

That this George Town
is no longer the world
as I know of.