Morph

I spear 
         a melon ball with a blue 
toothpick        When I lay it down 
on a napkin, it leaves 
                        a mark
like a watercolor cloud 
What this means 
                is the shapes 
of any number of things  
are hidden
           inside each other 
They leach out 
at every opportunity
                       Who
wouldn't want to become
something other than
                     their
merely recognizable selves