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.