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.