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.