Chameleons were said to eat air and subsist off it. Here, Plath is envisioning herself transformed— a phoenix, a chameleon. Chameleons were the great transformers; their skin changes color to blend into their surroundings. Death too is a transformer, coming in many guises and eating men like air. There’s a conflation between the speaker herself and the figure of death at the end.
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