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.