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.