I unfolded myself today.

it felt like pulling apart a paper crane's wings

and flattening out the paper

to see the creases and folds and torn corners.

they were always there

but I couldn't see them.

fold the crane back up again

it's not standing nearly as tall

I know it's better to leave things be

but my weakness is my curiosity

I just wanted to know what I was inside

but now the crane's thin, paper wings

are much too crooked to fly