
the weed through the cracks in the road
the velvety moss on damp wet rocks
the desert sand
my father’s callus hands
the feet across the seas and lands
as common as the pebbles by the river banks
the regular Joe Blow
they sit by they hiss
what did I miss
I’m nothing but a regular Jane doe
I clean your toilets
I stack up the towels
I fold the sheets
I sleep with you in heat
I’m just so so
why are you so cold
dare me, be so bold
what, you asked, how old?
fuck that, I’m already sold!
a quotidian slave
I live still in a cave
I’m typical
stock files
standard issue
everyday Jane
no more no less sane
laughable yeah
me, being so mediocre
ordinary
23/4/2021

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the blogger, poet, and translator, was born in 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.
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heheh
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Whatever it takes to survive and thrive, huh?
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When I wrote it I didn’t feel so noble, more angry and annoyed 🙂
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That’s good. Angry and annoyed is a good emotion to channel 👍🏾 🙂
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I think so, or pain of depression, why anxiety is a useless emotion.
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Why?
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With anxiety, it’s difficult to focus, sleep is the only solution to anxiety. But, writing is therapy for pain and depression.
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Indeed!
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