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Poem of the Week: “Nox, Toronto: 2011” by Sandy Pool

By Sandy Pool


Each answer began with a lie:

hospital bedpans, tight corners.


Dead factory on Davenport. Lick

tick of it. Sleep –


no. Let me have this cool, this

street corner, this newborn.


Everywhere I look; ghostly

furniture. Paperwork. Paint


dry bone. This repetition left

us wanting. Here a


picture, complete thought.

It was still possible then


to imagine one or two hands

moving to face the hour.


But now we remember little

or nothing. The art deco


window traps flies in

sinews of screen. Paint


chipping off the sill

as the cold comes up. Contributor’s Note: SANDY POOL will join Los Angeles-based poet Ara Shirinyan in the next Studio Series Reading at 8 p.m. Friday at Just Buffalo Writing Center, second floor, 468 Washington St. (at Mohawk Street). She is a Toronto-based poet, writer, editor and classically trained theater artist. Her first book, “Exploding into Night” (Guernica Editions, 2009), was a short-listed nominee for Canada’s Governor General’s Award for English language poetry. This poem appears in her second book, “Undark: An Oratorio” (Nightwood Editions, 2012), which short-listed for an Alberta Book Award and the Trillium Book Award for Poetry. She is currently visiting assistant professor of English/creative writing at St. Bonaventure University.