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.