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.