gửi năm tháng ấy
lá thư thứ ba
mom is my anxious part
when i shared with her how i ran that 24 km
all sweaty
she replied with an article about a poor guy had a heart
attack because of jogging
when i shared with her that i would climb
a snow mountain
she replied with an article about a poor guy got lost
in Lang Biang highlands
when I said that I would interview for the scholarship
she said it’s good if you got it
but it’s still good if you couldn’t
mom is my anxious part
my publisher of anxiety
restlessly provides me
weighted thoughts
but sometimes I think
she is funny
or at least, weirdly supported
like a safety net
she anticipated the worst
not of me
but for me