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.