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.