2 Poems by Lydia Friedman



The Androgyne


How bright a star they are

Pale and gleaming

A knife held to the night’s throat


Are you ready to slit open the night?

Are you ready to see what’s inside?

(Maybe more stars,

maybe nothing)

Are you ready to carve a dwelling for yourself

in the dark Cheshire smile of the heavens?


They tread with careful angel-feet

The sky softens at their touch


They are a silver bullet

They are a bloodstain of bravery


Venus & Mars yearn to kiss:

the androgyne is the child of their sigh


Venus & Mars embrace:

the androgyne is the sum of their heat,

the difference of their coldness


Venus & Mars join hands and dance:

the androgyne is the harmony of their steps


Venus & Mars burn, two hearts on fire:

the androgyne is the ash & the smoke of their communion


The universe is an equation

Earth + sky + space

You are one of many answers


Are you ready to sail the sea of stars

the sea of hidden numbers

the sea of sleep & soft light

the sea of dark blue love?


Whilst This Machine Is To Her


meat puppet


beast of clockwork and flesh


contraption held together by string and skin


a sculpture that only needs a man to chisel his name into it


ill-fitting suit


condemned building


clothes rack


a word in a man’s dictionary


God’s golem


phobic robot


Ellis Island for germs


holy vaginal temple of the sacred phallus


a country whose main exports are babies and blood


doesn’t matter what you call it: the rent’s too high either way


museum of past lovers


Alcatraz in miniature


temporary detention center for the soul




a man’s failed Pygmalion fantasy


a whip in the form of a woman


Lydia Friedman once went on a blind date with a marble statue in Vienna. They live in New England. www.crookedbutinteresting.wordpress.com


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