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.