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.