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.