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.