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.