the patriarchy needs

the patriarchy wants you to be “cool”

the patriarchy is a dork, and a bad one at that

the patriarchy has bad taste

the patriarchy is stunted in its gaze

the patriarchy is a contrived and misguided lover

the patriarchy is a bad lover

the patriarchy doesn’t know it’s own body

the patriarchy is afraid of magic

the patriarchy is afraid of sex

needless to say the patriarchy is afraid of sexy magic and the healing therein

the patriarchy’s healing is incomplete

the patriarchy needs to know its penis in a real way, queer the common connection, lingam, in sanskrit, means “wand of light.”

the patriarchy thinks it wants a blowjob but what it needs is a hug.

the patriarchy needs to be put tenderly to bed

the patriarchy needs to listen to his mother

the patriarchy needs a piece of chocolate and some maca powder

the patriarchy needs to get high and chill

the patriarchy needs to work in the garden, touch the earth, encounter a worm, eat a beet red and hard, see itself in that piece of fruit-meat, loosen

the patriarchy needs to drop its drawers and put on a skirt and let the breeze flow through

the patriarchy needs to braid its hair and tuck a flower behind its ear

the patriarchy needs to receive some conscious, consensual ass-play

the patriarchy needs a buttplug.

the patriarchy needs a carwash and to walk on foot for awhile

the patriarchy needs to bathe in the sea and drink in her water

the patriarchy needs a scrub-a-dub-dub and a good lullaby and some healthy masturbation before bed

the patriarchy needs its head caressed and delusions to be eased by fairytales

the patriarchy needs lesbian best friends and the wand of light

the patriarchy needs said beams to expand and flow in all directions, light a starburst to cleanse and wash and melt its structure

the patriarchy needs to die

the patriarchy will never be well as long as it is The Patriarchy

now go to sleep.