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.