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.