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.