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.