Here is the Breakdown (poem)

My mind will fold

itself into an origami bird

that will flap its paper wings

in a skull that forever

contains it. Bruised and abandoned,

all movement will stop

and anything bird-like

will beat itself into oblivion.

All will be lost in the thuds

of paper bird head wacked

against senseless bone.

So what will it be instead?

Not bird. Not brain.

Just wrinkled and broken,

and in the creases, you will find

the cracks that lead to fields

of birds born wild and free