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.
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