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.