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.