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.