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.