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.