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.