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.