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.