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.