Stacy Vandenput’s haiku captures the drop kick and the kiss.
Editor’s Note: This poem takes the reader behind the mask, behind the persona, behind the man. In the muscle and madness there is, somewhere, in all of us, something tender. In three lines this poem takes you into the madness of professional wrestling and into the light of love.
Lucha libre head-
Lock, knee-drop, butt-chop, chop-chop
Having worked very closely with women for the past 20 years, I have been quite out of touch with masculinity, though I’ve craved masculine energy. Building a private midwifery practice, raising three children and two grandchildren has been an insular experience. Since the beginning of adulthood I’ve been immersed in “the feminine,” and thus have been single for most of this time; it is very challenging to meet an eligible, male companion in my line of work!
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