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.