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.