"They'll see us waving from such great heights. 'Come down now,' they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away."

Just before time ran out, you said to me, "Let's go and see the fireworks." And we took our gin neatly in open containers and climbed into the car and drove across town. And we went, snuck really, past the indifference of the security guard all the way to the top of the tallest building in town.

"Designed by I.M Pei," I said.

And we watched the bombs bursting below from way above. And I said that the world makes sense from here. My scattered thread of yarn woven meticulously into grids of streets. Everything visible, everything clear.