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.