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.