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.