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.