We pushed our twin beds together as soon as we reached Vienna.

The Viennese wind filled the room and fluttered

the long white curtains full like long white balloons.

We didn’t close the shades, left the lights glaring from the ceiling—

I think we wanted Vienna to know we were there.

We piled on the make-shift bed and for one evening

pretended we would always be there

in that room with the smell of Austrian cigarettes and rain.