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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

victorious

 

only to decode

on frenzied gulping down

 

of this fist-sized

hyperbole that,

 

as it vanishes,

 

the ant-scrawled text

says “tapeworm”