If you are Right.
__About_ God__
If you are right,
then.
God sleeps on my couch,
slam-dunk drunk.
God sleeps in the next room, in His bed.
with one eye open.
God stands in the kitchen,
Staring at Himself at the couch, and thinks,
‘God! I should really tell God to go to his own apartment
sometime this week.’
God washes the warm tiles outside the house.
She is stealthy, but I can tell that I am also outside.
God lugs a wheelbarrow with drums on them,
full of the holy water.
I can see him from the kitchen window.
God moves from the kitchen window
to the showers,
as he texts God to show up sometime.
He needs a female transcedental body to lay beside him.
It feels d_ i _v_i_ n__e_.
God hears the movement from the kitchen,
and stirs.
God hears the stir, and the beep of a phone from a room near him.
He knows he is awake there, but not there
but awake here.
God takes a shower in a hurry.
His lengthy expositions to himself eat up so much time.
God stirs again.
God sneezes.
Dresses up.
Brushes his teeth.
Polishes his teeth.
Pauses when God stirs again from his sleep.
Moves again after God settles down again from his sleep.
God is on Instagram now.
I can hear my update from last night’s play.
God is on the porch now.
Ready to head to the work he knows is not his to wear.
He shuts the door
and leaves God sleeping and God on the phone in is room
Says hi to God, who’s washing the patio.
Wondering if everyone is God,
then is there a God at all?
