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.