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 this Mark Linn-Baker was just there
Archived in my brain
Alongside Dana Plato, Ken Kercheval
Lisa Whelchel, Roxie Roker
And the rest of the litany of not quite stars
That worked so hard to barely imprint themselves
On my consciousness
The lot of them barely identifiable
as individual entities
Except as who they pretended to be
And like me
that’s the only important reality
The masks we wear for better or worse
Define us and allow us
To define each other
Whether the me you think you know
Or Mark Linn-Baker,
Cousin Larry
The other half of Balki
© Gayle Force Press 2015