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.