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.