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.