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.