WAIT; SEE
Diamonds are another thing you don’t get your money out of, my future father-in-law announced inspecting the ’80’s fern bar elegance where he and his wife had come to meet and greet their son’s new friend. I didn’t ask, What was the first thing? and he didn’t finish, Widows, loaded down with two pre-adolescent daughters. No squandered wantonness on my finger that day. But shortly after, their son, wishing to take advantage of our auspicious beginning, presented me a diamond and a story. Choosing between a small perfect diamond and a larger, flawed one, he said, was easy. I deserved only the best, the most exquisite, the unblemished. He was right, wasn’t he? asked his baby blue eyes.
Maryanne Hannan has published prose poems from this series in Sentence, Gargoyle, Rabbit: A Journal of Non-Fiction Poetry (AU), Magma (UK) and 111O. A resident of upstate New York, she likes to think we can laugh and cry across boundaries. www.mhannan.com