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.