The Grapes of Bath

Last night I thought about this woman who is doing this thing she can’t afford, but does it still. She bathes in wine - draws her bath and when it’s filled with warmth she pours a bottle of costly wine into the water, then soaks. She hasn’t tasted wine in years but for its sweet vapours that rise and dance in the steam. Soaking until the water prunes her crimson skin and she is light-headed, she rests her hands in the most tender spots and learns the spirit of the bottle…I would love to know her name.

I had written this post in French, but I had no business doing so as I butchered it (French) so badly...so I am told.