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.