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.