The contents of my memory

got erased by some bull, some
years in the past; someone told
me about it, about how it came
around the side of the laundry
and kicked over some flowers
with its tail, and so I heard this
dumping sound from my room
and ran outside with my spade
apparently to do something
about it.  I was not married but
I never wanted to be.  I wanted
to work on a farm somewhere
and grow lettuce and sell lettuce
to everyone.  There is lettuce
everywhere nowadays.  I am full
of lettuce.  I would like to thank
the people who took care of me.