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.