wouldn’t hurt a spider
That had nested
Between her bicycle handles
For two weeks
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?
I’m still wrapping my head around Fady Joudah’s reading last night which blew my heart doors wide open. He’s reading again tonight at the Rose Gallery. We’ll have wine and yummy food. Come in the rain.