ether hanging with friends

air kiss lost a scramble
a mountain range
a cloud
and
gesture gnarls a mask

My name is might have been
My name is never was
My name’s forgotten

a bump in horizon
the most rendered surface is the road my bedroom
the moulding is melamine and the grain is real

corners and corners and dents
bounce back in plush becoming as threat
as vision tethered to fingers to
feeling to screens

a residue of potential trails domestic
the achievement of a smudge
or a mar or
a smear
Admired through windows
Not mirrors
I think

Isaac Pool’s approach is rooted in a promiscuous crossing of disciplines including performance, sculpture, and poetry. Their work challenges limits of identification and embraces fantasy as a tool for self-determination and social survival.

This poem responds to Heartland.