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.