Saundra Fleming - Philosopher With Rubber Gloves

I don't know

but I like it best

when I don't know


Under my sister's rock paperweight

when I flipped it over, a

mysterious oval, old piece of grody, dusty

felt

quietly was living under there

It wore rubber gloves and plastic underware

If a god asked me for my number,

I'd stay free

For answers, I don't care

Saundra Fleming

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