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.