Subway Contemplations

I am waiting for the train again
A completely predictable mess
Passengers hurl themselves into the car
Pressed against one another
Like a human sardine can
We’ll never beat the virus this way
Later
I will go about my day
Wondering if any amount of hand-washing
Will save me from my own mind
Or the diseases around me
That take on human forms
One day
I will rid myself of these plagues