I think that watermelon radish is a good name for watermelon radishes

because they look like watermelons but taste like radishes. You look like a

person but taste like an animal. I look like a finger painting. I look like

I could use a drink. On the same street that a baby is crying on, construction

work is being done. Someone finds the baby louder than the construction.

Someone else finds the opposite to be true. This means something about you:

the things you find to be louder. To my ears, the baby is louder but I listen

only to the road work. How you can shatter through a sidewalk and get pulp.

There’s a theory that vast networks of tunnels exist underground.

In these tunnels live creatures the likes of which we have never seen before,

nor can imagine but I imagine their eyes to be the color of safety vests.

In 2nd grade we all had to come up with names for a nearby crane, the best

name would be painted onto the crane forever. I won and got to watch

my crane kill a road all year long. From my classroom, I could hear my crane

hard at work. It sounded like a neck snapping. It sounded like a twig breaking.

This meant something to me. This means something about me.