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.