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.