A Different Point of View

  Long fingers reach around my body. Clear water and green liquid soap sink into my pores and through my mushy belly, making me all bubbly inside. I can’t contain it. With a squeeze the suds are set free. I begin my work. Tonight’s labor is intense. My boss, the lady with the wrinkles around her blue eyes, decided to experiment. Lasagna. Now I am being shoved and abused as she squishes my coarse back against the crusted cheese and[Read more]