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.