After a long night, my family of friends and I
head back home on the red line train towards Glenmont.
Everyone can hear the club music coming from
the short Latino man behind me.
The train operator reminding
the tired and drunk passengers
about the next stop ahead
over the hissing speakers.
This is home.
This is my new home,
rebuilding what I've always been missing.
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I wrote this after The Pride Parade.
Chris, Kial and I were heading back from The Rocky Horror Picture Show at E Street Cinema.
This was how I felt and I sent it as a text message to Chris and Kial.
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