Calcium

           We inches along
                                                thin       and rinsed
       
        the grist is a word         stuck in the gullet

                    with the caught breath

                                               the bad smile

 
         plagued out

   
                crawling behind lines
         of the letter we unwrote

                      We’re to be said!

              

                            Here!          This is us!

           

             dark       brittle and tunnel dark

                                            Now here!         

                 stops      unfitted        thumbed over

We serves the blistered boy

     with the tongue shut in

                                          ||       the body is

                                              our salty bruiser

                        We word for him

                                and says your thinks

                         are turds                 spat crusts.

You there!             the chronic and unseemly ghost

              This be our patch: now shift!

Our boy sweats jewels    

                      He   bleeding   WINS