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.