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I would chew it night and day,
if I could. In sedate cyber-land, we innocently name it Chat. But here, where I live,it's more like khat, and addictive as hell. They say it's mild and not dangerous at all. Then, why does my heart drum like a trapped black bird under my ribs? why does the kissing sound of each stripped leaf race the blood in my veins? And why is one leaf never enough? I would strip a whole tree, like a goat stretching into a tamarisk, grinding its teeth sideways at mouthfuls of acrid green, staining its mouth with runnels of narcotic juice. Like a goat- a goat with yellow eyes glazed, its vertical pupil-slits dilated, its searching lips kissing at the furthest leaves, its stained teeth grinding, and the hungry gurgling of its hollow belly mesmerizing.
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