The wall

rerun the paragraph.

again again I fail

to untangle cars

from houses or

bananas.

the magazine claims

to reveal the real

substantiated

information

that will shift

the course of history.

I would care more

if time could slip back

a dozen days or so.

before this wall

of inescapable fact

that a never ending flow

of classic movies or

breaking news loops

fails to distract me

from this dark wall.

taller than the ones

on any border,

I know you're in there.

trapped inside your skull.

with a lifetime's,

laughter, tears

and boredom,

christmas mornings

weddings, beaches,

camping trips

and yard work,

arguments about

household chores

and the time I ran away.

I'm glad that you

still laugh and even

managed to make a joke

somehow. before you

slipped back again

behind that wall

fighting to speak

your name or mine

or the month

when you were born.