I wrote a novel
about
a couple
who won the lottery.
It may never sell,
but my mind plays with
the concept
of winning
and what that means
everyday.

It’s always at night
that I think
what a waste,
what a cosmic joke
could be played
by the universe
if the grocer
sold us a winning ticket
and on that same night,
someone’s hand grabbed
the nuclear football
out of nothing more
than being
miffed
by Denmark.

They always got better press.