Sun slowly setting
the beeping of barcodes simultaneously
growing louder and louder.
Pink, purple, blue,
light green, dark green,
grey, on ice,
biohazard bags, covid tests,
and blood spinning endlessly.
Correcting each floors silly mistakes
with a new label for a wrong tube
or canceling duplicate tests.
Just then the bartender
walks a little blue tube punk
over to my scanner
“one seemed to have slipped through”
Love the melding of the lab and a bar- it’s all about fluids- and colors- and sounds- meeting new people-. Both distinct subcultures too.
Nice! And you’re seeing with fresh eyes- those of us in the field for decades don’t see it as easily, so thanks for pointing out—
This is a really fun poem—surprising and fitting title. Cool stuff!
I agree, this poem is so creative and fun!