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.