Because we come from ghosts

Because we come from ghosts,
the interminable distance between bones
stretches out infinite.
Devour a mandible, regurgitate
misery, cardiac, ancilla
like disease, algae inside the eyelids.
This is the un-mouth you slid
your teeth across like a xylophone,
the oil slick of saliva thick like a whip.
We looked for objects to save us,
hitched our wagon to the nearest solid thing
and watched as space catapulted parabolic.
A rubber band taut, a quivering shimmer.
We stretched our spines to ask the void:
how do the reckless hours invite us
when a constant din keeps unfolding
and unfolding and…