I was vacuuming sequins for weeks afterwards. We'd thought her a stunner, of course, her glitzy hip-hugger Shedding sequins like "the apotheosis of all Madams"; She snaked through the party, leaving a trail that winked at us, Shimmery scales gleaned from some ancient other thing; She was untouchable Eve to our rampant Adams. The next day he told us the truth, bravely; We were younger then, in the Seventies, than we knew. Time to find out things weren't as they seemed. It was a guy, he said. That gorgeous sequined she a he? There was a serpent between her legs after all, And it stung me hard, in a way you've scarcely dreamed. Those snake scale sequins, how I s**ed them up, furious, Heard them jangling in the tube, knew that later I'd find Them sparkling in the emptied dust; and that later still They'd be floating mocking tempting in the awakening mind.