Overlook Kentucky

RACHEL DANIELLE PETERSON
"Mother, can we distil the pink threads, fabric… / the odor of Bud Light, fills the door / she walks through, dust, Mamma. Dust is all we is... / the knock leads inta porch, cement on bare feet, / only a stuffed Bambi knows lips open in prayer / ta a vengeful gawd while another… sun spills… / towards… dawn.”