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.