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.