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.