A Formal Affair

The satin isn’t thick enough to keep the wine from perspiring through the seams at the creases between my fingers.

And I try to ignore the stickiness seeping near the pads of my fingertips.

He seemed annoyed when he asked me to remove my gloves and I just smiled nervously and said nothing.

I was too embarrassed to tell him why I reached so deep into the bucket.

That I had made a mistake when I thought I saw a treasure I lost so long ago

And now my hands are stained with the telltale color of reaching for something that my mind told my eyes to see.



Emily Schiavone is a graduate student at the University of Illinois in Urbana-Champaign studying Materials Science and Engineering.

© Emily J. Schiavone


8 thoughts on “A Formal Affair

  1. Something we have all done at one point, if I interpreted this correctly. Going for something that we thought was meant for us, for reasons we at times don’t overstand until the consequences arise. But never in regret for all is just a lesson needed to be learned.

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