Block chords before block chords
after block chords, I could write about
the way the infrastructure
carries the light inside itself,
carries it
hands on its hips, half-hidden polyphony.
I could write about Scarlatti dueling Handel.
Scarlatti by himself, reaching
substituting forward, upward,
pulling the dough of substance with
his
hooked hands. I could write about
Debussy on the dancefloor. Hands hooked
around hips. It’s there half hidden inside.
But I write about this.
I write about falling.
And then? You don’t. I fall on my knees.
It’s not about me but it is.
Daniel John Healy is a PhD student at UConn. His academic work has appeared in Style. His short fiction and poetry have appeared in New Haven Review and Long River Review. He was a 2023 finalist for the Iowa Review Award in poetry.
