My Severed Head

Jane Miller



I touch my forefinger to thumb

& straighten the others for bird


for a shadow on a wall

of Faithful Heart's hospice


a far cry she whispers

from Florida


I board her like a dog entirely

don't think I don't appreciate the gravity of my error


with mother in diapers by a window

the Catalinas to the east weighted by snowflakes


I come to surrender

strange barking every night—strays? coyotes?





Jane Miller's Midnights, poetry and prose poems, is Saturnalia Press artist/poet Collaboration Series, #4, 2008, with visual art contributed by Beverly Pepper and an introduction by C.D. Wright. Thunderbird, a book-length sequence of short poems, will be published by Copper Canyon Press next year.