Mona Hatoum

Paris, 2015


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
Became refugees ins’t it?

Fady Joudah
Alight, Port Townsend: Copper Canyon, 2013