I Offered My Hand

I offered my hand

The first time I met my case worker

She did not take it

And still she sanitized her hands

Armed officers stand at every door

We have little more than the clothes on our backs

A gloved hand presses my finger into an ink-bar

Then presses my fingerprint on a piece of paper

I look into a screen and my picture is taken

I look like someone I knew

Only colder