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.