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.