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.