Houses in the east survive
the western standard time,
and even imitate their
sleeping habits, even
their turn-on-switch-off light parade;
twinkle-twink, they seem to say,
but humans like shiny things.
And human brains love patterns, be it
plaid on skirt or tripping emotions,
healing hearts and ripping them
again and again and again; it feels
familiar, it feels like home.
Houses in the west survive
by forgetting time, and being late;
excuses include sleeping-in,
wild fever, or
tell the day to start, then, tell it:
it’s better late than never.
— A. P.