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.