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.