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.