The peanut-crunching crowd
shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand and foot
The big streap tease.
Gentlemen, ladies
These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
.... Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
Lady Lazarus - Sylvia Plath
Proteggimi, watercolor and gouache on cotton paper cm 70x50
