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.