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.