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.