ATM Glitter Gun

My first stop of course

The ATM of my desire bracket

blinking still in the night

the nefarious whirr and whip

of those security cameras and

gleaming reflections of those cabs in this night of nights

(their interiors  cosy with covert lovers 

riding that fairly delicious  line

of consent)

And that Raccoon

Woman with a Gun

Staring me in the face

point blank range

Beneath it all

shrewdly

beautiful

glitter

eyes