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.