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.