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.