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.