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.