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.