BrindedCowThe queue shuffles forwards. Guards check papers, doctors siphon off the infected. In their hazmat suits they look like stranded astronauts. He stands straight, squares his shoulders. Tries to swallow down the tickle in his throat, but it’s already in his nose. Nearly there. Itch building. His turn now. He hands over his papers. Holds his breath. A doctor takes his temperature, his pulse. And then it erupts, a tidal force of virus-laden droplets. With one #sneeze, all is lost.