Sidi J. Mahtrow
Handicap Principle - Poem by Sidi J. Mahtrow
You're flying the 140,
Pull the nose up, up, up
The skin crackles and pops
Higher you raise the nose.
The frame shudders
How much more can you
Stand the plane on its tail
Until the stall?
Moments are like hours
Your hands sweat
Tense, you hold your breath,
Why are you doing this?
A final breath
Hard forward you push the stick
Right rudder, the plane spins
Down you come.
A perfect recovery.
You're solo-sailing the O'Day,
Wind's picked up to 30 knots off port,
Flying the 150 genoa, main fully out.
Hat blew off long ago,
Salt spray stings your eyes,
Wedged against the bench at 45 degrees,
Arm aches, tiller dancing in your hand.
If you come about,
You'll demast and sink.
You dropp the genoa.
Maybe reef the main later.
You're a moth circling the flame
Close, yet closer
The heat draws you near
Can you recover?
One more time around.
The Wasabi inflames
The sharp bite, is it pain?
Your nose is in flame, Eyes tear,
Top of your head's blown clear off.
You ask for more.
Wearing red shoes with four inch heels
Toes crammed into the pointy end,
Arch support, never,
Heels a flopping.
The 'bull' spins, bucks and spins again,
A puppet with head and arm cracking,
Legs splayed wide, holding on for life,
Just a few more seconds.
It's called the 'Handicap Principle'
You do it to prove
You are strong
In the face of adversity.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
On Match.com, lovers often are looking for 'chemistry'. Is this the chemistry they seek? The rush of adrenaline, the surge of testosterone occurs in both sexes.
Dario Maestripieri discusses it in his book, Games Primates Play. Basic Books, New York,2012.
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