Stand and unfold yourself.

Arm over arm, leg under leg

Like a bit of human origami.

The cold of the world

Has creased the edges.

I am triangle fold

Square fold

Bend bend bend

until I am another shape entirely

unrecognizable to those that knew me long ago.

Even if I do unfold myself

even if I reveal

what is tucked between the flaps of paper

what has been bent into diamonds

curved into arches

If I stand, tall – each corner to corner

The lines of my bending will remain.

I am scarred with my adaptations

Fold me into something new

And you will see the ghost of the version,

Each evolution exposing the shapes before.