So I wasn't cut out to be a nice old lady!
Yesterday a tiny pot
fresh basil for its delicate scent
frail color
leaves translucent against the morning sun
in my kitchen window
Today a grey green blob
thick and dark
a caterpillar weaving a trail of holes
curled
I kill the competition
and in my anger
find his brothers too
He's had his vengeance
I can't eat
my basil
despite
my victory