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.