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.