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.