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.