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.