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.