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.