TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 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. <<