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HOW WE DISAPPEAR I am in the store touching things. Linen napkins, a blue bowl. The world is on fire and I am choosing between two kinds of soap. Everyone here is doing this, filling carts with small comforts while somewhere a child goes to bed hungry, while the earth heats, while men make decisions about who gets to live. I know what this is, this careful arranging while everything collapses. This is how we survive. And also how we disappear. Alessandra Olanow #Poetry