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.