the television in front of my murderous father is a city placed on outside arrest.  further coverage is dedicated to a new unharmed person from a race of desert people that materialized with her inside.  I join in spirit the manhunt for the victim who’s made off with the right to disappear.  I am holding a book I mean to worship and I hold it with two kinds of innocence.  my brothers cross shadows in the brightness of kitchen.  I have many brothers.  their teacups fill with god-taken tea and remain teacups.  the book is first a false god then tells me which of my hands.