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.