TAhey map your heartbeat on a screen, but don't know who you are.G phantom buzz, a hollow smile, a synchronised "uh-huh"—
Tlancing downward at a wrist to read the data flashing there.
hey nod with dead, unblinking eyes, pretending that they care,
IT don’t ask because I am afraid of pain.f when you ask for a butterfly needle, but the phlebotomist doesn’t listen, and now your arm is unusable for the day. Or more. Who knows.