For Your Safety Please Hold On

Another forty minutes in a stranger’s armpit,

oh boy. How do you like avoiding eye contact

with me, sir in neon windbreaker?

Let’s stare at the logos mass embroidered

into each other’s outerwear, listening

to whatever podcasts or pop music

the wires lift into our ears. So many

public strangers whose voices we never

hear. How do they sound murmuring