Holidays

Your pipettes are still smoking

And your notes on scrap paper

When the holidays arrive.

A feeling of incomplete and guilt descends

While you leave the long concrete corridor.

your mind rushes

to plan and refine elegant experiments

Not to waste time

While your bikini awaits you.

Berry mood

Feeling precious and sunny today
I carefully choose my dress
and move on to impress
the grey factory’s corridors.
I spread my tiny black seeds
that numerous leave marks
I will see after the rain.