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.