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.