Hayden Saunier: After Watching the Attorney General Testify, May 1, 2019
I’m back outside, hands deep in dirt and dirt’s the only thing that’s telling truth today. Perhaps I overstate. Dirt’s not the only thing that’s telling truth, my hands, in fact, aren’t in the dirt, I’m wearing gloves, the woven fabric kind coated in synthetic rubber polymers which is the truth because I looked it up and took that definition from two independent scientific sources, but it’s not a truth I know the way I know how to wrench and cleave a plant into pieces with a sharp spade, garden fork, and fixed knife blade. We call this propagation by division. I loosen roots with my gloved hands, dirt being all that holds their threads together. Dirt: from, or cognate with, a half-a-dozen Middle English, Old Dutch, Proto-Indo-European, and Norwegian words for excrement. This dirt is mid-Atlantic farm dirt flecked with mica, shale, leaf mold, fungi, and the shit of four Sicilian donkeys and a Shetland pony. Truth is I know when someone’s lying and I know when I pretend I don’t know someone’s lying. This dirt’s not telling truth, it isn’t saying anything except: this shit’s not complicated and: we’re in it now.