Poetry by
Gregory McIntyre

that summer I lost a house and a car but I kept a bed to hide in for a year

that summer I howled all night like a beast or I danced all night frenetic and senseless

that summer I caught the bus to see you and sat with you in the light all the way home

that summer all my friends became pictures glowing images scrolling silently up

I suppose I did the same trick to them and they looked around sadly asking themselves

  where is he really?   we only have his photograph

but you know, I think they knew where I’d gone that I had opened a tiny door, inside and had followed myself through it