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.