The Subway

Subway fingers grip many metal
materials
and books to provide havens.
From being in boxes,
I see how they think.
It's the smell of sweet detergents
and fresh rain on dripping umbrellas
that makes us family
for 20 minutes of solitude,
in our aquariums that are speckled with
sweat and dried food, lost music
and breath.
In novel terms, it's nothing unnatural
but I still wonder why
they don't just talk to each other.