What We've Lost (On Vermeer's The Concert)
Daniel Pecchenino It catches a flick of her wrist, her finger feeling a note before it enters her chest only to fly back out a second later, filling the room-- The harpsichord girl wishing he’d stop staring so she might be alone with the music, sinning in its sound in front of the painting of a whore grinning-- And the man looking through her, around the world and into our backs so we know how it feels to be exposed before disappearing completely. |
About the author:
Daniel Pecchenino lives in Hollywood and teaches in the Writing Program at the University of Southern California. He is the Reviews Editor at Dialogist, and his poetry and criticism have appeared in The Los Angeles Review, The Hawai’i Pacific Review, Southern Spaces, Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, and other publications |