Hillary Ferguson is a New York City-based poet and writer. She is currently an MFA candidate in poetry and fiction at The New School and a co-founder of the journal Politics and Poems. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Huffington Post, BuzzFeed, Lamprophonic, the Roanoke Review, On The Verge, and elsewhere. She can be found on twitter @Hillary_Ferg.
Express A (Going Downtown)
A girl on the train is carrying a dead rat in a jar. I think I’ve seen something, do I say something? The woman next to me is wearing a mask and maybe that would protect her if the rat is carrying diseases. I text the husband, is it a virus? Husband texts back, what are you talking about? I mean WHAT are you talking about. It’s been a week and four days since the last terrorist attack. I spend three hours a day on public transit so fifteen hours a week not counting the time it takes for me to get to brunch on Sundays and they say the odds are going up. For every normal rat, how many disguise a bio weapon? I get off at the next stop, my stop, and pass the girl. She is carrying a bunch of tea bags in a jar.