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.