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.