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.