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.