Compulsive Nose Picker

We watch Martha dig out buckets of stuff From a nose that always has more than enough Globs of boogers, and moogers, then she takes a sneeze. We watch in fascination, as we eat our grilled cheese. She must be nervous or something the new guy says. You think? I ask as I study his face; his name is Dez. She is digging so deeply, will she bring out gray matter? I do not judge for in my weird family lives THE Mad Hatter. We employees always leave work at the exact same time. Martha’s nose is all stressed out and red but there is no grime. We watch her get into her blue Chevy, and begin to dig. It makes some of us go home and eat less like a corpulent pig.