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.