It seemed at first impractical, and then
inflatable, then improbable, now impossible,
this ain’t no blow-up pot, but a real one.
Or is it? It does not look plastic or rubber
and there’s no nipple to put air into
or suck air out of. It may actually be
a real clay pot, and yet, look carefully.
The vase where it meets the man’s skin
makes no impression, no dimple. The
shadows seem right, but I nevertheless
suspect a deep fake, a photoshop trick
and it makes me sad as I want so badly
for that young man to be carrying
around an impractical boombox pot.
michael jarmer 