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.