“I don’t know much about being a millionaire, but I’ll bet I’d be darling at it.” —Dorothy Parker
I spent part of the week spending lottery money
Like so many people do on snowy winter days,
when the pot climbs and the thermostat falls.
Curled up with the cat
thinking about the age of the cars, the mileage,
the traveling I haven’t done.
They’re different dreams now than the were
ten or fifteen years ago.
I don’t spend time fitting the houses and boats,
buying extravagant gifts for family and friends.
Now I think how the winners end up—
stripped bare by the change,
inundated in a wave of sadness,
unmatched by ability,
untempered by time.
I think of lawyers, financials advisers,
annuities and investment accounts.
How I would protect
and it hardly seems worth dreaming any more.
But I still bought a ticket.
Nichole M. Dulin