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.