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.