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.