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.