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.