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.