Monday
Aug082016

Proverbial

Michelle Peñaloza


 

With you, always an impossible math.
You brought another couple into our bed—
two’s company and three’s Musketeers.
So, what room did that leave for me?
Because I loved you
I welcomed them and fed them cake.
I declared how very French the whole thing felt.
Until one day, I found my place
reduced to a spot at the foot of the bed.
The takeover: hostile and chockfull of imperialist overtones.
Still, I can’t begin to do the calculations.
You can lead a horse to water, but
how? Am I the water?
If a horse is led to water at 3MPH,
how long after midnight will
the giardia colonize its intestines?
Am I the horse?
The arithmetic of proverbs is all that’s left now:
A penny saved is not much, darling.
Spots cannot change their leopard.
A journey of one step begins with a thousand miles.