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.