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.