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.