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.