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.