On Sundays we go to the casino
The Palace, in God’s country
Just off exit fifty-two in Knoxville, Alabama
It’s stark, palatial presence abrupt
Out of place amongst cinder block
Buildings, weathered fence posts, pastures
My husband disperses twenties
The quest for unearned funds begins
Slots as bright as the risen sun
Sensory, sensory, sensory
Lights flashing, blinking, pulsing
Music, buzzers, beeps
All captivating, compulsory
Hyper fixated
Funds relinquished
Daring chance to produce