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.