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.