Pesticide

This can turn into anything—

I’m in the yard when a yellow jacket

Tears its sleeves on the fence

And falls headfirst into a box of brandy

There’s a spider too

A common black jumping spider

That moves so fast

It’s like watching a flipbook of pictures

With only the slightest difference in each

The world is different than I thought it'd be

I could be him, and he could be me