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.