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.