Megan Mizanty

But earth is just

hewed from the living room light.
The firmament unfurls itself,
stretching.
Quiet. Spooling dust along. This place exists:
steam careening from the tea. Lavish vapors, an inhale.
Etched in gold, leather bound.
That’s it.
The plangent sparrow song outside the window,
an auger for heaven to spread past this afternoon. And this one. And the next.
Lesser states, each day–we haunch toward the pauses. Like this. And this.

(Phones shattering, algorithms fizzling themselves into oblivion. Like this. And this. Now the screen is the countryside. The brook. The dappled shines of bikes, horses, granny smiths. Going back. Making love in the middle of a letter. Taking an hour to lick batter off the knife. Like this. And this. This edifice of a newsfeed fleeces–where is the living space? Oh this. And this.).

Megan Mizanty is a writer and lead editor at thINKingDANCE in Philadelphia. Her writing has been published in Danse Macabre Literary Magazine, Bending Genres, Ghost City Press, Dark Onus Press, Zoetic Press, iō Literary Journal, Pinky Thinker Press, Argyle Literary Magazine, and more. Megan was the recipient of the Linda Rolfe "New Writer's Award" through Routledge Publications, for her research in dance education. She received her MFA from Temple University and previously served as an Associate Professor of Dance. @mizanty.art.