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.