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.