dampening tender_square vestiges of overnight rain stain foundations and siding like sweat in the humidity. the streets are quiet, slouching towards the undulating city center sleeping on a sunday. metal cranes perch over rooftops, standing on a single leg. daylilies and hostas grow to glory in corner plots. fans circulate in upper attic windows of stately homes, breaking stale air. i peer into their vacant porches and believe the occupants behind those walls have enchanted lives and perfect families; how can they possibly be broken in the ways i am? 230702 what's it to you? who go blather from