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.