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.