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.