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.