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.