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.