barcode

the anonymity
of the swipe across this retail counter
was that my bonus points?
oh yes,
credited.

the ruthless search
of any individuality
that might be contained in this
digitized identification
535. 14. 69.
that’s me.

the questionable appearance
of any noticeable marks
ruffles more feathers than
a hurricane passing over a
bird sanctuary.

in this grand
sci-fi flick
that raises eyebrows of
conspiracy on every
seemingly controlled situation
I may as well be a barcode
ready for processing.