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.