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.