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.