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.