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.