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.