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.