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.