Wheeling West Virginia

Jack DeVoss

It's twenty-six past three
and
the only light
is from the LCD

on the cable box
which
is exactly how
I know what time it is

here; in the dark hotel room,
way out
on the edge
of a town I've never been to before.

Your back is to me.
You're snoring softly,
and I can't help but wonder
what your husband is doing right now.

Published by Jack DeVoss

Inprisoned in Madagascar for a crime he did not commit, Solo learned how to write poems from his cellmate, an old blind man. Paroled, he traveled to a monastery in the mountains of Myanmar where he studied t...  View profile

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