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.