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.