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.