Don’t hold me to it
for I cannot support this
but I have a gut telling me
– a feeling –
that you are something
that I do not like.

I am an empirical one
so there words
they are uncomfortable to say
and I wish
I could substantiate them
or prove them wrong
but I suspect
you have within you
something suspicious.

Like
you are a Nazi Hunter
who bombs the town
to look for any who might escape
so you can shoot them
and let God sort ’em out.

Like
you have faith
in ancient curses
and use them
behind smiling eyes
and winking teeth.
sharp and splendificient.

Like
like…
like if I knew exactly what it was
I could have the evidence
to research
whether you’re as bad as I think
as I suspect
as I feel.

I do not like to trust my feelings
and maybe
what makes me queasy
is just how much you do.