That woman on the beach camouflaged
in sand (in California where
they have Satanic rituals now)
said nothing our first time round
—both virgins, and what a time
you had to bleed, virgin plus
the curse—but we laughed and washed
off in the sea and were going to have
a second try when she began to cackle
like a harpy. We hadn't seen her—
half buried in the sand, some sun
bather, shrill weirdo who'd kept
quiet the first time round. We picked
up our clothes and ran, humiliated.