my flute and me

I'm not telling him that I'm bringing my flute
to play in the bathroom, door closed, so no
one knows where the scales climb and fall
sometimes so clumsily, at times thrilling
me to the bone after months of the longest tones,
the most tedious of exercises.
No, I can't lose this in Mexico,
the flute is coming with me and
we will play together
somewhere.