ghost ship novena inside a year-long funeral



            5 december 2016: a fire breaks out at the Ghost Ship collective in Oakland, taking
            thirty six working class artist freaks (many queer and trans) with it…

my god my god our prayer go– nine fucking days dios mío dios mío dios mío
my god my god my god my god my god (that was how we pray) (all we knew)

nine days we drift downstream like that, count prayers on a rip-rap rosary-
fire, you

good for nothing mother


                        fucker all you do is burn-


drained of salt, we let eddies rock

us bank to bank