Prompt for Hour Fifteen

My synthetic heart’s wiring has come loose

At the refurbishment center, many of us carry
our hearts in jars
That way the chips didn’t get lost
If you lost a part you paid more credits

The girl in the corner, I try to catch her eye
but she was blinking in the wrong direction
Probably an optic scoping malfunction

I tap my jar to get her attention, but nothing
The black market of refurbished organs
is not a very conversation-friendly place