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.