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.