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.