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.