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.