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.