I once saw a picture in the paper of John Hegley with 'poet' written on his knuckles and I thought that was pretty cool so I was quite up front about it.
I used to lie between cool clean sheets at night after I'd had a bath after I had washed my hair and scrubbed my knuckles and finger-nails and teeth. Then I could lie quite still in the dark with my face to the window with the trees in it and talk to God.
I did not want to be a tree a flower or a wave. In a dancer's body we as audience must see ourselves not the imitated behavior of everyday actions not the phenomenon of nature not exotic creatures from another planet but something of the miracle that is a human being.