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.