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.