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.