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.