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.