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.