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.