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.