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.