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.