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.