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.