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.