The scientific method

I have my hypothesis,

My experiments will prove it.

Lazy to self correction and proud

I will not look sideways.

Is that my husband?

We hugged and kissed.

I sweetly insisted.

He was not amused, he was not my husband.

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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.

Lab coat

Dots of unknown colour,

Stains of never-studied proteins

Are my medals.

On my chest and around my arm,

They Tell a recent story of fight and explosions.

Invincible in the way,

standing strong through the washings ,

A Memento of the past and a map to my future.

Everyday hunt

Everyday leads me on a treasure hunt
With hints hidden below a coffee cup
And inside an orange.
I zigzag absent-minded while other proceed
Bloody on their metallic rigid tracks.
Resting at last, with my constellation
of secret places And my hands full
And sweaty.