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.