it all comes out in the wash

one of the many fantastic things about having a girlfriend
is they get you to do things you would otherwise not do.
like take a bath.
i graduated from bath-taking around the time my legs became
long enough to prevent me from getting my whole body in the tub.
so, that would be five years old?
i stood up. turned on the shower. haven't sat down since.

enter chas.
after listening to me complain about a sore lower back
for approximately 1.7 seconds, she stopped the drain,
turned on scalding hot water, and added baby bath (right?).
a couple of candles later, my ipod is playing a selection of
the great lake swimmers, i'm completely naked,
cursing out loud as i slowly descend the more valuable parts
of my anatomy into water thats so hot it might as well be boiling.
and then.
i'm five again.
like tasting a forgotten flavor, i remember just how serene it feels
to put oneself in a bath of clean, soapy, beautiful hot water.
(hot tubs in germ water need not apply).
i felt like a tea bag.
steeping all the bad stuff out of me.

how did i fit in the tub?
yoga, of course.
oh i didn't mention that?
yeah, i'm taking baths and doing yoga.
let's call that tea "sublime sissy", shall we?
call it what you want, it fucking tastes good.
thanks, babe.