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.