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.