I'd still work events like the New York Marathon.
After all, no matter my fortune,
I will remain uncollected.
This is your brain on comfort food,
mac-and-cheese and boredom.
I am aware that I write about food a lot,
but it may be my first love.
If I won a billion dollars,
I wonder who would come out of the woodwork.
Maybe I'd change my name to Marcel
and move to Czech.
The hypothetical game is fun
for a little while until you have to go.
Life only let's you wander blessed
until you are claimed by the sea.
I am glad I am not a billionaire,
because I would be bored.
After all the hats, shoes, records and tattoos,
there is only health and freedom, and I have those things.