Junk

Authenticity can never inhere
In curators of authenticity.
It’s not entirely clear why this should be—

The curators of authenticity
Obviously care about it deeply.
Maybe that’s the signal of its absence,

And curators of authenticity
Are like devotees of enlightenment
Or the gothic writers of ghost stories,

Obsessed with a perspective they don’t have.
In any event, if you see someone
Cooing over an authentic something,

Think of the lives lived in plastic and trash
Authentically fond of what they’ve got stashed.