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.