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.