Wordle #22 Falsetto


Your tears are like linoleum
Slick in their sepia-tinted falsetto
If only I were a decoy,
A legion of deaf geese incredulous
To your baroque gestures
And posthumous afflictions
If only I were a dormancy
A plaster of ice and nude limbs
Like winter or radiation
You are meaningless
Beyond ostensible margins
I carve your heart lines
Into my wrists but death
Remains one step ahead
And I want you back