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.