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.