The swimming pool was the first to go. It was filled with The Patriarchy, a dark green slime that had grown thicker since my father’s death. Like most well-established patriarchal institutions, the swimming pool had the privilege of being totally unaware of its privilege. The pool oozed entitlement.
My first job was to smash The Patriarchy with a jack hammer. I then filled the hole with a life-time of Patriarchal shit – misogyny, homophobia and racism. It was perfect soil in which to grow an orchard.
