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.