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.