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.