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.