It's Christmas eve. Red lights wish me a 'Joyeux Noel'. Red lights invite me to a live sex show. In the back alley basement, she says "It's not long now." She holds my hand. She mops my brow. The bells are ringing. My head is spinning. Two hearts are beating. I'm screaming. It's Christmas again.
It's Christmas eve, now one year ago; walking through dead streets and dirty snow. I stepped into a bar. He was singing songs I didn't know. I asked him to dance. He didn't say no.
There is no home. There is no bread. There is no crib for a bed.