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.