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.