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.