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.