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.