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.