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.