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.