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.