Not ringworm or tapeworm
or hook, round, or pinworm,
but a worm more like those things
in Dune, or in Beetlejuice,
or in Tremors with Kevin Bacon,
shrunken and released
into the desert of my back.
I feel the worm snaking
through my body, coiling
in my shoulders, or constricting
around my ribcage.
The worm leaves a tunnel of
pain and tension behind.
And as I take a few Advil,
I think to myself,
"what this really needs
is some spice melange."
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