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.