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.