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.