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.