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.