It was never
in the news
or on Twitter
or Facebook or
Instagram
that on October
twenty-third,
two thousand
eighteen, at
six-thirty PM

in Würzburg,
Germany,
Spessartstrasse 12,
on the couch
in our second-
floor apartment,
while no one
was watching
or listening, under

a blanket,
the kitchen clock
ticking all the while,
the neighbors
completely unaware,
the whole world completely
unaware,
I warmed
my husband’s
nose with my nose.