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.