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