to London Bridge
the first-class carriage
empty
London
strangers chatter
on bus and tube
on the steps of Barclays
a street sleeper
rolls his own
death stares
Leadenhall's resident
gargoyles
Bakerloo line
one man's camera specs
end in bird talk
it feels over
nobody turns
at a cough
route 16
a Yorkshire capped gent
plays peekaboo
veiled in stocking
the well-dressed lady's
peacock tattoo
me
the only tourist
on Bank Street
proper
arm and a leg
coffee
King William Street
hiding the Moomin
on my eco bag
white people
pronouncing it wrong
chipotle
my old face
frowning them down
anti-aging injectables
finishing touches
construction complete
in God's own junkyard
coffee menu
how many kcal
in each cup
arm candy
above all else
the raven's call
Jodie Hawthorne 