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.