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.