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.