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Patriarchal Squeeze

  1. Rainbows on my shoulders as I’m cut down at my knees.
  2. Every door I enter I find locked with guarded keys.
  3. Each time my mouth opens, it is stung by swarming bees.
  4. Every bridge I’ve builded is engulfed by flaming breeze.
  5. Heartbeats shattered slowly in a patriarchal squeeze.
  6. Lungs are ever gasping as each breath the robots seize.
  7. Warmth inside me snuffed out by a suffocating freeze.
  8. I’m once again collapsing as again my spirit flees.

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By Kim Siever

I live in Lethbridge with my spouse and 5 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on social issues and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left. I recently finished writing a book debunking several capitalism myths. My newest book writing project is on the labour history of Lethbridge.

I’m also dichotomally Mormon. And I’m a functional vegetarian: I have a blog post about that somewhere around here. My pronouns are he/him.

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