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.