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.