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.