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.