minotaur : matador

it wasn’t until I fell apart
that I realized
I was never really together
ever
I’ve always been
of nothings and somethings
nows and thens
heres and theres
beautifully composed
partially decomposed
man mosaic
only a matador
and a minotaur
dodging myself
gorging myself
gorgeous and ferocious
mythic and mystic
a horn in my abdomen
my back a bouquet
of javelins
I’m hemorrhaging
scared and angry
I’m ruthless
poised and daring
death
to do its damnedest
everyone in the coliseum
has only come to see me
claim myself
consume myself
no one cares who wins,
the matador or the minotaur,
just as long as there is blood
and plenty of it.