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.