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.