lying          
           in   my   room,          
  arms flopped over the edge of the bed. 
      something  poking  my left hand, 
                  something     slimy, 
      slithering  around the  fingers, 
          up    the   arm.          
 is  it   drug-fueled  apathy?         
          i   don't  move   the   arm. 
                                 
 whatever it is that's tasting me,     
 it   moves    further   up,           
 reaches    the    armpit.             
 i  turn  my  head  toward  it.        
             looks    like   seagrass. 
        it's   kinda   cute.        
                                 
      once it's up my  neck and  on my 
 face,    i    bite    it.             
     the  texture  is like that  of  a 
 juicy                          grape, 
    and  the  squish tastes like sweet 
                      cucumber.    
    it's very good.     and i    
 suck   more   of   it   in.           
            chew    it.             
    the seagrass doesn't seem to mind. 
                                 
     apathy  gone,   i  sit  up.      
    the tendrils are  stuck  under    
   my  shirt,   entering  by the  arm 
 and exiting  through  the  collar.     
   this  makes it hard  for  me to push 
 more   of   it   in   my  mouth.       
   i make to remove the  shirt, but the 
 seagrass finally  protests when i try to 
 move     my    left     arm.           
     so  -  eating  it  is  ok,       
       moving it  is  not.