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.