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.