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.