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.