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.