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
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/philosopher-with-rubber-gloves/
