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.