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.