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.