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.