My daughter 
wouldn’t hurt a spider 
That had nested 
Between her bicycle handles 
For two weeks 
She waited 
Until it left of its own accord
If you tear down the web I said 
It will simply know 
This isn’t a place to call home 
And you’d get to go biking
She said that’s how others 
Become refugees isn’t it?

My daughter wouldn’t hurt a spider That had nested Between her bicycle handles For two weeks She waited Until it left of its own accord If you tear down the web I said It will simply know This isn’t a place to call home And you’d get to go biking She said that’s how others Become refugees isn’t it?

Mimesis by Fady Joudah

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