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.