S P R E A D
You’d searched, woe climbing like a river in your chest. But there were
no pictures of you anywhere. You sparked no moral. You were alive.
-from That Chile Emmett in That Casket
by Patricia K Smith
S P R E A D is a dance about the glacial momentum of roots, of ambulances in the hood, of moving past pain, of freedom soon come. It is a dance about the basicness of living. It is a dance about black girl sistahood and viciousness, generosity, hunger, and forests. In S P R E A D, we are all in the woods, and we see what we shall see.