Biometrics To Heart Beats

Mine was counter number nine I heard No one there what a relief I sat to be told you next Where? At ten; nine is off now. Saw a real American woman Finger scans each applicant From behind a big glass screen; It scared me to confront her. From all the courage I could muster Coaxed myself to take the turn Choked throat, dry mouth came up front Holding on to my file bag; So they redo scans again I thought Look for space to place papers "Put them on the crucible ledge" She said in a mild simple tone; I could not meet her eyes and shivered Put hands as fast as I could Let left fingers fall in line Pressed hard at each grip to scan; "Too dry run the tips over your cheek, Like this" and gave her first smile; Ran both hands over my cheeks With left over, moved for right; "Perfect will do" she smiled back at me Just ID checks, saw my relief Beyond 'lip service' she had come To sequester my heart beats: