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.