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.