Sunday, December 5, 2021

Fady Joudah

 








Mimesis

By Fady Joudah

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?

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