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.