second revelation

God questions God’s decision to enter a state of removal from out of God’s world into God’s MFA program. A program riddled with structurally parasitical intrusions (that are themselves what constitute the structure, a structure made entirely of intrusions) though even God does not know this yet. At the time God is blissfully promenading a courtyard blushing with roses, is experiencing the falling of roses (as from hands more divine than God’s). God is writing and considering God’s own written-ness. God is wondering what place there is for God in the world of the literary establishment, and if God will one day be read in AP English classrooms, or under the covers at night, or in the bathroom with the door locked and the water running while God’s mother pounds on the door asking why God is taking so long, if God is masturbating again, and indeed God is, onto God’s own page, the kind of masturbation that these adjunct lecturers and full professors will never understand, the kind of masturbation that would cause David Foster Wallace to turn in his grave, a masturbation that excludes him completely, that is God’s body responding to God’s body, a holy place, a place where all faces fall away and reveal only masks.