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Diamond in the Rough

My father came to visit one

afternoon and triumphantly presented

a small blue box an appraisal

my grandmothers wedding ring

he said this is yours now

 

I don’t have a lot of experience with diamonds I don’t wear bling

my wedding ring is a modest silver band

I don’t have a lot of experience with diamonds

 

the diamonds on my grandmothers ring

are not the pristine princess cuts of my prime

but more an organized cluster

that looks quickly encased 

in a time ragged and primitive

rough diamonds

 

I imagine what my grandmothers ring

her diamonds

would feel like in my mouth

crystalline points cold against my tongue

little rocks scratching the thin layer of my inside cheeks

I hear the stones click against my teeth

 

Maybe if I swallow the gems

Feel them travel down my trachea to land

cushioned in my gut

I will understand the allure

 

My ruffled tangled outside transformed

transparent free from flaws

now a precious stone

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