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.