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.