The Picker

I looked at her
She looked back at me
Her eyes
Like a sharp knife
Wanting to slice me
She wanted to cut me
So Deep
So that I would peer down
At my bleeding & gaping flesh
And gasp-
To look away
From her…
But I didn’t
I stared you down
Like a dirty cowboy
With my boots in the dust
And tumbleweeds blowing in the wind
I saw you
Little girl
Pick your nose
And then eat your booger