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.