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.