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.