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.