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.