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.