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.