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.