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.