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.