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.