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.