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.