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.