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.