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.