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.