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.