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.