Tonight I have nothing to say. This is my cannon, my means of expression. How can you miss this? Like a friend underground. Cut loose. A mother mourning a termination. A fun-size coffin. All her love goes with it, so lonely, asleep on a mound of earth, above the ground. Oh God I miss you. Dad, Dad. Rattling his keys. Mother, Mother. Stood facing the corner. Nobody hears them. Neighbour, Neighbour. Farewell. Oh God I miss you.
