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.