if i were a wealthy eskimo
iñupiat, to be exact
who fell into new money
when my lucky numbers matched,
i’d throw a wild party.
i would have my ice imported
from richmond, via train
and my salmon shipped from sweden
fished from landlocked lake vänern.
i would wear london’s finest furs
tailored by mayfair, sent through air
and my shoes the softest leather
cobbled in buenos aires.
i would buy a yellow rolls
and refer to others as ‘old sport’
because even new wealthy iñupiat
can be be fans of classic american literature.