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.