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.