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.