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.