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.