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.