compared to all the local celebrities

this box of brains
feels so much less
than special at times
wishing that my favorite
artists weren’t so uncool
or that i cared about houseplants
and had an eye for decorating
or a gender identity
or that i played tennis really well
that languages would stick
and i could cite theory
while i give you a glimpse
of the horsehead nebula
through my elaborate telescope
before utterly blowing your mind
in lingerie, size six, 34D
this is a shallow desire
for a shallow life
faced with all this
who’s gonna care
that i used to play the guitar ok
that i make pretty good soup
i can define dactylic tetrameter
and understand when you talk
about the difficulties of personhood
who’s gonna care
who’s gonna care
i mean
i can’t even make myself care