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.