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.