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.