INTUITION

you coulda been my honey
but were so bitter
underneath that sugary crust
 
as unsavory  
as a jelly doughnut
filled with axle grease  
or a shit nougat
hiding in a Whitman's Sampler
 
another prank of the gods
 
but i could sense it
 
plain as seeing some of that crusty stuff
that forms at the corners of one's eyes
and stays all day  
if you don't wash your face --  
hints of a secret you
behind the you  
that looked so inviting
 
and once i'd seen it  
it just hung there
like a piece of broccoli
stuck between your perfect teeth
or a booger
that made an appearance
every time you exhaled
 
it made the hair in my ears
stand on end