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.