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.