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.