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.