First Line from "Lady Lazarus"

I have done it again.
I am not the pieces of a crushed moment

spread
all across the windowsill.

I became that, temporarily,
but staying in one place

has never been easy

for me.

You were eaten
by wolves

——delicately, and with

pleasure.

I thought about wolves
in the evening, making a

sandwich.

There are bits of lettuce stuck between
their teeth.

A fragment.