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.