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.