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.