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.