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.