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.