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.