Accordion

Now I unfold
practiced in a corner
of my existence
behind the brief and thin
promise of a flower's
shadow, but I am not
hidden.
The petals afford me
no privacy.
Smile, the camera winks,
but I won't smile.
This is an uncomfortable
position, but I will try
to hold it until I fold
back up and make
my music again.
Somewhere else.
Folding, unfolding,
traveling voice,
with sore cheek.