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.