(Jordan’s notebook)
Fluro lights and hungry hands.
Fluro teeth and yellow dreams
We collect and craft this million-dollar mmmm
My cheeseburger is never made with love
But the girl at the window flirts with me
Her name is June, like the month, but I think instead of Juniper the
Tacky seats and a stressed-out mum with three kids in tow
The toddler is screaming
gaggle of teens spills into three booths and one of the boys sits on a table
A “customer service assistant” the same age is asked to tell him off
The boy is still sitting on the table twenty minutes later
we were there 