,

Rinse and repeat


When you think too long on it, 
the rinse and repeat, 
your cheeks go pale like you’ve washed them 
too many times in Napisan, and not in a 
good way like faded jeans, but 
in a bad way like every 
morning when Kei te whakarongo mai koe 
ki Te Reo Irirangi o Aotearoa wakes you, 
you think, 
isn’t this yesterday? 

Rinse and repeat. 

Like you’ll always fail to 
press your horn in time to give the 
asshole who cut you off a fright, 
but it doesn’t matter because the planet’s 
burning and some people don’t own shoes. 

Rinse and repeat. 

Like you’ll always make yourself cry thinking 
of your own funeral but you’ll never 
actually cry at your actual funeral 
because you’ll be dead. You can cry 
at other people’s funerals, 
but it’s not the same.

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