You. I landed in the rain around midnight, a cocktail of cruelty and tenderness. When I returned, I reviled the summer rain the same way I reviled the summer heat. I dragged my duffel back through two blocks of warm mist. I retreated into the fog, let the attic pour through my eyelids. Hidden, I could feel whatever I wanted to feel. The street was a glistening, unforgiving tongue. It swung and wound in the darkness. Street lights bloomed, fistfuls of lucidity along my path