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.