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.