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.