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.