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.