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.