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.