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.