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.