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.