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.