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.