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.