It All Falls Apart is an interdisciplinary artwork at the intersection of sculpture, poetry, and photography. Each phrase of the poem has its own moment, and as a whole reads like a strip of film. Although the work has a physical presence in the world, the odds of anyone finding all of the pieces are very unlikely. Instead, the only record of its existence is a photograph. By now the leaves have been torn to pieces or disintegrated, and the ink smeared beyond recognition. What is left behind after it all falls apart?