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.