many are invited - large nameless quiet friend

Many are invited; all eventually come. Twelve rocks on the floor; one in my pocket named Will. This small hotel room where I fly to each night is dressed in ghosts; We dress up and wear dresses together: the ghost of my starfucker sister the ghost of my personal whore the ghost of my gravel bar boy friend the ghost of an underwater mischief making dream girl who laughed at me when i asked her name; and she lives with me now, and she lives downstairs with that woman who lives with me now (there is a pipe organ in the church of what once was my sadness)