Manolete y Islero

There's a slight stain on the carpet--
faded and well-walked over.
From what I can't remember.
That will be you.

All these stuffs I can't taste,
words I won't pronounce.
All of it on you, too.

Anything I can blame you for.
I will.
Hangovers... Asteroids...
Driving downhill into a
thick film of unforgiving smog...
That bull charging at me...

Whatever I can. Wherever I am.
I only used to be proud.