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.