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.