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.