Every morning, two men in white coats would come at first light to wake her with a garden hose and put her to work. She would be flushed internally first, “cleaning her for service” they called it.
Her work uniform was a tight rubber helmet. It covered her eyes and was padded over her ears to dull sound. Her mouth was filled with a toilet brush handle that was shaped like a fat p***s. She could only imagine that she resembled some sort of insect. The toilet brush extended from her mouth like a fuzzy tongue. There was a small opening under her nose for her to breathe through. They had rendered her deaf, mute, and blind but thoughtfully spared her sense of smell. The odor of disinfectant was too familiar.
She scrubbed the toilets first. Unable to see, she had learned to depend on her sense
