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.