Fresh

Rinse and repeat
scales under nails,
line after line
with white, powdered trails.

Rinse and repeat.
It’s me again,
I’ll give you a kiss
then pluck out your pain.

Rinse and repeat.
Are you bored of this yet?
Do you miss the freedom?
Do you miss the wet.

Rinse and repeat.
I forgot why I began,
this sport is a dream,
I love how you swam.

Rinse and repeat.
Does it hurt, just a bit?
I play God all day long
and I stand and I sit.

Rinse and repeat
as the waves form their retreat
and the bites of another
rouse me to my feet.

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