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.