Until the state did, and I smirked,
“I know you’ve used that line on a billion others.”
But it persisted,
Insisted it would give me one,
If I did not have one of my own.
And now I have fingerprints instead of handholding,
Iris scans, while I wait to be seen,
Until yesterday, when I found myself exposed,
Every single digit of me, up for sale as data porn.