In four acts
How we got here
I
The gallery
We met arguing — politely — over the same photograph at a Chelsea opening. Neither of us bought it. Neither of us left alone.
II
The blackout
Third date, city-wide power cut. We walked forty blocks by phone light and decided, somewhere around Herald Square, that this was it.
III
The question
On the roof of June's building, in January, both of us freezing and neither willing to go inside first. Elias asked. The city hummed.
IV
The night
Now we're taking the whole thing sixty floors up — with you, in black tie, in November.
