TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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02.16.04, monday night
Valentine's: an eleven-hour shift at work and later, a glass of red wine and a candle-lit bath Jimmy drew for me while I waited, dazed and oh so tired. In the bath floated chamomile and lavender sewn into a teabag and a foot-shaped piece of pumice. He bade me to submerge myself and when I did, I heard the world drowning as the hand of my beloved massaged my scalp free of the expectations of others.