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.