“I wish I could say this is about hunters, but I do not like hunting. I want to say it’s about this map of time in the sky, how each star’s light reaches Earth a little later than the other. I would like this to be about an ocean or a heart or a tree. But the instinctive expressions of happiness have pressed this to be about radishes.
The spontaneous sounds and movements of the face and body, those swollen, pungent-tasting roots that are small, spherical and red – I gather them. My heart moves toward them like slow summer rain in the distance. The colors yellow in the warmness. I tell you I want to be one, sticking out of the ground like a tongue. All I can think about is eating radishes raw with salad.”
Jonah Haven – laugh radish