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.