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.