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.