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.