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.