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.