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.