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.