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.