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.