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.