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.