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.