The Casey Girls
They burned scraps of lace,
the tail of a mouse, a bit of chaw,
composed a ritual of blinding,
who saw them saw only a scrim
of shadow moving quickly
in air freckled with gold.
One without the other, no,
your chisel would bend,
your ax break in half.
Kansas City only winked,
thinking it was all a joke,
until the shooting started.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Toni Hanner’s poems appear in MARGIE, Alehouse, Calyx, Tiger’s Eye, Cloudbank, and others. She was, for many years, a member of Lane Literary Guild’s Red Sofa Poets and is currently a member of Port Townsend’s Madrona Writers. Two of her books are The Ravelling Braid (Tebot Bach, 2012) and Gertrude (Traprock, 2012). A number of chapbooks, including The Book of Orange Dave, As If Royalty—As If on Fire, and Fish in August were published by Chandelier Galaxy.She is married to poet Michael Hanner and they live in a retirement community on the banks of the Willamette River.
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