My Lover Has Wings
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…

