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.