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.