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.