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it never rains.

hot stinging burning piss

and on holiday as well


I search the Spanish book

fruitlessly sipping cranberry


the pharmacists look

like it’s all Greek to them


but I finally emerge blinking



only to decode

on frenzied gulping down


of this fist-sized

hyperbole that,


as it vanishes,


the ant-scrawled text

says “tapeworm”