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.