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.