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By Matt Vest
When I was young I lost my marbles. I put them down somewhere... I think they were in a little drawstring bag... I dunno. Anyway, I put them down somewhere... maybe on the coffee table in the living room. Then maybe the dog took the bag out back and buried it. I wonder if they're still down there, underground, out behind that old house. Maybe the old house got knocked down to make a new mall or something... and then when the yard got dug up they ended up in some big pile of dirt that got shipped to wherever they ship used dirt. And then maybe some kids went out and had dirt fights and dug holes in all the used dirt and found my marbles. Maybe some of them got put in a pocket and taken home, and the rest of them just got thrown around. Maybe some kid got a bruise on his cheek from gettin' nailed by one of 'em, then the bruise got infected by some kind of bacteria and all his facial muscles turned to jelly. Maybe, he woulda been some great spiritual leader who would save the world from MTV and Vogue Magazine, but he never made it because he couldn't make speeches without facial muscles. And those marbles that got taken home in a pocket... most of 'em maybe got swallowed up by front yards, sidewalk cracks, drainage ditches, and went into some totally new and just as important reality... But there may be one of them... just one of them... that the little girl who stuck 'em in her pocket didn't lose... she kept it... and she always treasured it and took it to Yalevard with her and kept it in a little wooden box with gold hinges... and later, she became an astronaut and went to Mars and took it with her and decided it would be cool to leave it there, right under the damned flag... HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO GET THAT ONE BACK?!?!