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.