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.