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.