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.