Police officers crowd around
in the Grand Central Station mezzanine.
Two of them board the 7 train,
partially masked, their noses visible.
In the subway car, to my right,
a woman speaks to her daughter in Spanish,
her face in full view.
Does she see the police officers in the back?
Does she care at all about the rest of us?
Can she not breathe with a mask on?
I stay a safe distance from both conversations;
my mask snug on my face,
the train smells like cleaner.
Will we get cleaner?
Will strangers ever see my lips again?
Will I still be late for work?