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.