My Lover Has Wings

Michael Sakamoto
Sep 1, 2018 · 3 min read

My lover has wings. She grew them herself. They did not grow naturally, though one could make the case that their appearance was motivated by quite primal influences: trauma, spite, neglect, ignorance, psychological violence, intimidation, and — simply — a lack of love. In short, in her own very particular set of circumstances, a crisis.

Those who know me also know all too well that “crisis” is a term I tend to bandy about a bit…

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Michael Sakamoto

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Dance theater artist, photographer, scholar, educator, and writer based in Los Angeles and Iowa City.

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