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.