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.