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.