TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 01.28.02 A few winters ago, I read a letter to an anthropologist who was seeing a man she didn�t love, a dentist who held unto her hand as if he still couldn�t believe his luck; she dismissed, You�re being melodramatic, child. Still so young, I pondered long, stung, and buried the letter. |