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.