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.