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.