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.