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.