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.