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.