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.