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.