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.