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.