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.