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.