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.