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.