I didn’t remember his name
No, that’s not true
Mark Linn-Baker
What a funny, unforgettable name
I didn’t care to remember it I
suppose
He didn’t matter to me
Really Mark Linn-Baker was just there
Archived in my brain
Alongside Tracey Gold and Ken Kercheval,
Todd Bridges and Lisa Whelchel,
Roxie Roker and the rest of the litany
Of not quite stars
That worked so hard to barely input themselves
On my consciousness
The lot of them hardly identifiable
As individual entities
Only who they pretended to be
Which for them, like me,
Was the only important reality
The masks we wear for better
And for worse
Define us and allow us
To define each other
Whether the me you think you know
Or Mark Linn-Baker
You remember him, right
Cousin Larry
The other half of Balki
© Gayle
Force Press 2002
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