Blending the Flour at Nia Dance

Doublewide arms

Full of sun fall to earth

I die as I dance

Break down like bread

into flour and salt water

I watch my body collapse

Give up performance

Who turns the switch

In this conduit of life

It doesn’t matter

When I’m on

I don’t feel bread

Let alone imagine

This is less like flour

Than dirt

Dhe 10/10/99-------1/15/00