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.