I flicked a booger out my window,
or at least I tried, but the fucker stuck,
so I rolled it between my fingers
ala rubber cement until it finally let go.
Later, coming back out to my car
in the dimming winter light
there is this smudge on the back door.
Not bird shit, it's that fucking booger.
Try to wipe it off but the hours between
my flick and my find have solidified
the greenish gunk to superglue
that will defy scraping till the thaw.
(Thank you to Eleanor for the prompt, Ode to a Frozen Booger)