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.