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.