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.